This might actually work!She could fulfill her dream of living as a woman. She got back home andsnt a text to Sam asking what time he would be home as...she was cookingdinner. Sam replied saying he would be home around six thirty.She turned on her laptop and browsed the Matalan website for clothesthat she would need. She would ask Sam after dinner. Around five she puton an apron that had been hanging in the cupboard and started preparingdinner. She felt like the perfect little housewife, in the. ”“Who did the work?”“Me.”“Who told you how to do this?”“If I remember correctly, you were the supervisor.”“Oh! Darn! That’s right. No shake down, today,” Mr. Miller said with a broad smile.“Poor you,” Sandra said.“I won’t be able to buy you such a wonderful birthday present.”“That’s okay, I’ll forgive you,” Sandra said with a laugh. “You’re still my favorite uncle.”“I’m your only uncle.” Getting a lot more serious, Mr. Miller said, “Tim, you did a great job here. I was pleased when you went. That tender touch reminded him of Vanessa's lips on his head, only it traveled down every inch of his penis, his entire body completely enraptured in a new surge of pleasure.He forgot about fighting.Even as the first cock erupted into his mouth, causing him to choke trying to swallow down every last drop of the alien seed.And he wondered why he needed to taste every drop.His thoughts stopped, the alien inside of his anus pulsing and causing him to clench and quiver, driving his bottoms back. "No, no, no, no, no. Keep her breasts the size it was!" protested Adam."Okay. Will this keep you happy?" asked God.So Adam walked around the 3D vision of the mate that God was creating forhim, and stood for a time behind her. "Hmmm," he said and rubbed histhumb against his chin."What is it now?" asked God, getting impatient. An artist never liked itwhen a critic advised changes."Her butt isn't big enough," he replied and this time, it was a purelyinstinctive request."Oh... Me," groaned God, and.