My bodyshifts without protest. Maleness vanishes. It is a woman that now standsin their headlights. I am proud of my woman's body. My breasts are high...nd firm. My waist is narrow. My hips are rounded, the sort that couldbirth a score of babies.The men see me clearly in their headlights now. The hate for anythingdifferent from themselves remains. But the desire to humiliate me hasbecome a harsh, animal lust.They pretend politeness and concern. It is cold. They have a heater intheir truck. They. After a bit of fumbling and swearing, she managed to slip my cock around her panties and just a bit into her steaming vagina. She hissed in pain and frustration.Then the headlights focused on us. A police car was headed toward us to investigate our shaking car. Gracefully she glided back to her seat and I began to put the car in gear before returning my dick inside my trousers.A short bleep of the siren caused me to stop and put the car in park. Then I returned the big fellow to his normal. At the time, all of our civilian ships used gen-2 cloaking, and military ships used gen-4 cloaking and could readily spot gen-1 and gen-2 cloaking.Earth’s outer perimeter of defensive probes saw their ships a month before they arrived, and our navy positioned itself to ambush them. When they sprang the ambush, the Lochnagari refused to surrender. Even when they realized that the weapons they’d bought from us were ineffective against our ships, they continued fighting. They fought to the last. I expected the lubricant to be of some use this time.I worked on Marty's clothes before he sat on the bed. I had his shirt open and his pants unbuttoned, before he dropped to the edge of the bed. I felt his penis in my hand. His penis was just an average size, but that was plenty. This obsession with size among men baffles me. Most of the feeling, in my vagina at least, is at the front. One size feels as good as another at that point. The small additional feelings from an over sized prick are.