“After a few seconds of thinking, the President then asked the attendant, ‘Same hen every time?’ The attendant replied, 'Oh, no, Mr. President, ... different hen every time'."Smiles and laughter circled the room. The punch line was coming. It was palpable."'Please tell that to Mrs. Coolidge.'"Laughter circled the room. A few red bandanas were waved in the air.John Bull continued, “Imagine what might have happened if those hens had been members of the Red Bandana Society. That rooster…”The room. My stomach felt weird like it wasupset. There were bad cramps in my side as well. Probablyindigestion, I figured. I definitely shouldn't have ate that Taco Bellfor lunch. But if it WAS indigestion, it was certainly the strangestcase ever because soon after the changes started.The cramps intensified as I felt my waist seemingly collapse in onitself and my hips flare out in a manner that looked quite feminine. Icould feel myself losing height and weight as I watched my arms andhands become. My shorts tented as my erection strained against the material. As we walked back up the beach, Cally and Shauna agreed they understood why I was nervous about going to the nudist beach. Thankfully by the time we got around the outcrop, my erection had subsided, so the walk home was fairly easy.We arrived home just as Kiera was ready to leave for work, she had left some food ready for us, and said she would see us in the morning. The three of us ate our food and chatted for a couple of hours.. He was, ahem, answering a call of nature when it started and when he saw the defenders not being able to hurt them decided to hide until it was over.'Blustering and red faced, Walter protested 'That sounds bad. I didn't want to waste my life is all.'Nodding in acceptance, Jessie continued introducing the survivors. She gestured to the girl, who was rubbing her left elbow with a wet cloth, wincing each time at what I guessed was a burn. Every now and then she went into a hacking cough. At any.