" He shrugged again. "My family has looked into thematter more than once, but, in all the years ofinvestigation, we have never been able to determine...hy this change always occurs." Well, I always did think he was a bit of a pussy." Hanson chuckled. "Will he... will _she_ remember whoshe was?" How can she remember what -- to her -- has neverbeen? Only I -- and my client, of course -- everremember." "It'll be like he died then, only better." How can a person who was never born die? . Long bouncy brown hair. Green eyes. Pouty lips. I ripped off my clothes to see everything else. Not one hair on my whole body. Long sexy smooth legs. A nice curvy ass and the best pair of tits I have ever seen. Not too big. Not too small. Nipple size, shape, placement, all perfect. Than I remembered the package. I ran out, butt naked, and ripped open the box. Inside was women's clothes. My clothes. I picked up a pair of panties. Baby blue, lacy g-string. I always thought they were sexy on women. I dragged my eyes back up to hers and realized that I’d been busted bust-peeping; there was a small, knowing smirk on her lips, and I felt myself blush.“Umm… so Rick tells us you had a spin class. How did that go?” Ain’t I smooth?She smiled, letting me off the hook. “Boring as always, but a good workout - or a good warm-up, at least.”She plucked the basketball out of my hands and dribbled it smoothly a couple of times before spinning it behind her back into a hard, perfect pass to Troy, who. I helped her take her shirt and pants off leaving her bra and panties on. I kissed her neck. She arched her back and moaned; I kissed her again and slowly unclasped her bra. Her perfect pale breasts were there. Nipples erect and areolas soft pink. My cock grew stiff in my pants at the thought of my lips sucking her hard tits. And squeezing her perfectly round breasts, gripping them tight in my hands…She touches my cock from outside my pants and leans in to kiss me, her tits pressing.