He’s still taking it hard.”Lori explained things to me. “Kylie won that ‘Superstar!’ casting show three years ago, and Cliff had been her bo...friend since sophomore year in high school. When she won that thing she went crazy. Never called home anymore, never even gave poor Cliff a warning. She just moved in with her producer.”Something clicked in my head. “Wasn’t she the one who stepped from the limo showing her bare...” I stopped, not sure whether this was the appropriate language in front of. But her head was in a daze. She crawled very slowly as her dripping pussy throbbed. She then felt something hit her ass harshly. She turned around as the bunny slapped her ass, it then wrapped one arm around her legs, positioning itself above her ass. Dahlia tried to crawl away in any direction. Suddenly she felt it followed by a gasp. She felt cried out in pain as its head began to stretch out her ass hole. The large smooth member pressed in hard ramming forward. She reached out for anything,. Was it physical or psychological? Or both? I didn't knowbut I couldn't control it. In a frustrated state, I pleaded with myeyes. Bertram patted me consolingly on my bare shoulder. Ernest ruffledmy hair. Then gave it a critical appraisal. And went and got a comb,brush, and hairspray. For a few minutes he worked on it. Then theymarched me to a closet and swung the door open. There was a mirror onthe other side. I gasped. Staring back at me wide-eyed was a curiouslygenderless creature.. Even the pigment of his skinand eyes had always been surprisingly easy.It was the rest of it that was difficult.He grew as pale as the sheets that covered him. His breathand heart rate slowed; his skin became ice cold. His breasts didnot so much plump and swell as they folded over themselves anddrooped. His face did not become feminine, but leonine. And whilehis pelvis did broaden, they did not match his narrow shoulders.When the blood finally warmed his cheeks again, when hiseyes finally came.