Reed was standing behind us. I looked back at him. "Tami told me," he said with a shrug.I looked back at the committee. "I don't know if he told you, ...ut we had a real friend named Zoe who was the inspiration for this. She died last year. We originally submitted a different play, a comedy/drama called The Basement, and lost out in the selection process."Afterward my sister, that's Traci," I said pointing at the squirt, "suggested that we should have stuck to a musical 'cause that's our. She loved her husband but she never cared for this wifely duty. He grabbed her hair and eagerly humped until he finally sent a spurt of semen out. She pointed his prick at the floor and stroked him until he had completely drained his cream. He sighed, arose, and laid down on the bed they shared. She silently cleaned up the mess he had created. It was the early hours of the morning when the shooting started, bringing all in the town of Lawrence to attention. Everyone rolled out of their beds and. “Uhhhh… papaaaaa!” she moaned and squirmed, instinctively clasping her buttocks together, preventing her father’s thick fingers from exploring any further.She hugged her father tighter and bent down to kiss him. She could taste the bitter whiskey on the father’s lips. Their moths clasped together as if they were vacuum sealed, and their tongues wrestled with each other exploring every nook and cranny of their mouths. The only sound in the large empty house was that of their tongues being. Sure, Phill could now probably change me into my dream figure. That wasgreat. But a body builder figure seemed... wrong, suddenly. I wouldrather be a beautiful masculine doll. High-heels, big assets in thecrotch, a presentable but not packed chest. The minuscule hands, thelong shaved legs, the long hair, the long eyelashes, the perfect makeup.Just, why?What was wrong with me?I could sense that I somehow accepted my momentary body. Jen-Lo's wish.Fuck her. I blushed when I thought about her..