At the Indian shack Sandra Bullock opened puzzled eyes and stared - what had happened? Why did she feel so bad - like she was just slipping away. A st...anger's face hovered over her."I guess this is it, Jake."Jack, who's Jake? She wondered. Sandra tried to speak, but didn't have any strength. Why me?? she wondered the strange room grew very dark and she felt death clutch at her."A kiss before dying " she murmured in a strange voice."Well, Jake's gone" the Indian Shaman muttered to himself. He. Ifroze in shock at the sight.The girl in the mirror was honey blonde. Long golden hair in lion manetresses swept back across her shoulders and down her back, framing herbeautifully made-up face. But it was MY face! My shadowed eyes were wide,and my pouty red lips formed a surprised "0" at seeing the rest of me.I had breasts! Large, well-shaped boobs jutted out from my chest andjiggled delightfully. I fumblingly touched them, and realized they weregenuine--those pibn-privks I felt must have been. And this is one big fat dick I intend to wear more than once."Jess did all that she was told to do and more. Soon he was bucking like a wild horse and Jess knew that, unless she tamed her bronco, his horse-cock would explode prematurely.She slid down and mounted her stallion. She remembered how hard it was to get that monster dick inside her last time. Since then, she had practiced with a large dildo, making herself more accustomed to big dicks and how to slip it into her without injury.“Fuck. Sensing the discomfort she was in, I reached behind my back, and took her hand in mine, then brought it around so that we were walking hand in hand, but without her attempt to wrap herself around me."You don't quite bend that way, love," I told her. "I know you're just imitating the way humans show bonding, but you're not human, you're you."She sighed, and snuggled up, and we walked quietly to our class room. When we got there, she wrapped her arms around me again, sniffed deeply, then backed.