The undershirt slowly began to alter and became a sexy push up bra, as his underwear started to ride toward his crotch looking more like a bikini pant... than what they were just moments earlier. His tennis shoes started reducing in size until they finally fit his smaller feet. The color changed from dirty gray to a brilliant white.At that moment Jen decided to make her spell known. Her voice shook with emotion as she started invoking the changes to Heath. "Your face will become beautiful with. I want you to be an adult, and I'm willing to let you be a woman.That means you have to be an adult woman. I know we have a historytogether, and I do love you, but all I know about this Sara person isthat she's cute and attentive, and scared to death to be herself,whoever that might be. Why in the world would I want to be married tosomeone like that?" Rebecca. . . ." I started, my voice rising in frustration.But she wouldn't be stopped. "Don't you Rebecca me you . . . youbimbo!" Rebecca!" I. As she fucked me, she told me how much she had wanted to fuck me during our previous encounter. Then the door opened again and a janitor walked in pushing his cart. "How many more people are out there?" I thought. The janitor said, "I was told there were two women in here that need fucking. Which one of you shall I fuck?" He grinned at me and I knew I was in trouble.Alicia continued to fuck me as the janitor took off his clothes. Even before he took off his underwear, I could tell he was well. ..I suggested that we get out of our wet pants and hang them todry...what a sight him standing there with 7" sticking out of hisjockeys, shirt and tie, shoes ....with that I went to the gym doorand locked it.I stood there just drinking in all 6'4" of Mark. It seems he hadsome a lot of growing up in the last few years and a lot ofdiscovery of himself and his sexuality.I walked over to him and took a hold of his tie and lead him overto the press bench--his eyes were pleading, asking, begging---I.