She walks to the kitchen and he turns from the stove where he is working and motions to the table. The table is set, a candle graces the centre. The f...re crackles in the background. She is content. He comes over, handing her a glass. He has his own and raises it to hers in a toast. "To tonight". The glasses clink and she lifts the glass to her lips. Wine, sweet wonderful wine. She takes a mouthful, savouring the flavour. "Drink, it may help" and he turns back to the stove. The cabin is filled. "I relaxed a bit. "At least you're not hesitant to hug a freak like me."He sharply said. "Don't ever say that. You're not a freak, you're justlike my friend Bethany who morfed into a fox hybrid. Sure, it takesgetting used to it, but you both look cute and beautiful."I backed down. "Sorry, I just feel awkward like this. And don't tell meI'm cute, I hate that."Mack lifted my chin. "Hey, it's okay to feel awkward. And you are cute,just get used to it."I gave him a wry smile. "I just don't know.. Kelly had her eyes closed, arms wrapped around Marc’s back and her legs wrapped around his hips, it appeared her nails were digging into his back. I could see deep red scratch marks on his back, but no bl**d. After a few minutes of his pumping his cock into her pussy, I saw her eyes fly open and her mouth let out a small yelp, she bit down on her lower lip and closed her eyes tight in what appeared to be a rocking orgasm. Marc pumped a few more times and I saw his hips push into her and stay. It constantly amazes me when I read so-called autobiographical stories about some guy who suddenly decides to crossdress or is forced to dress as a woman, and with no previous experience or preparation suddenly transforms from hairy man into a sexy stunning woman.I have written the story below as a tongue in cheek dig at these stories.I apologise to those guys out there who manage to just slip into a pair of nylons, high-heels, wig and makeup and suddenly look like Kim Bassinger; I'm sure all.