” She had drawn herself up to look me straight in the eye from less than a foot away. She continued. “I pity you; married to a sexless bitch lik... Beth. That cock of yours deserves a woman, even if the rest of you do not.” There was an evil smile curling up at the corners of her mouth and her ice blue eyes flashed with an intent that I had never seen there before. I looked down at the floor. I could not look her in the eye, not after being caught beating off on her panties.“I’ll tell you. To be honest, it doesn’t attract me that much, but as things stand I would take a job in Syria if one was offered. A local GF may help my chances.’ I knew that as a concession to Maori applicants, who supposedly had strong family ties and made decisions collectively, companies advertising for more senior positions allowed applicants to bring along spouses, family members or significant others to interviews. It would be considered racist to only allow this privilege to the native Maori, so many. He stood naked in front of the mirror. His breasts were beautiful- afull B cup if not a C. His now curly hair lightened to a dirty blondeand reached his now delicate, feminine shoulders. His long legs weremodel perfect- like something out of a commercial or MTV video. Andrewthought he looked like a freakish she-male, with a slightly softerversion of his own face and his penis on a devastatingly hot body."How the fuck did this happen? Why am I becoming a chick? How am Igoing to cover this. Sam didn’t know what to do. Seemingly stiff, or almost frozen. Aside from Carly’s menstruations she didn’t even blink. Carly peeled Sam’s hair up and in into a tie. And she used a pink ribbon, which seemed to appear from thin air. She tied a bow at the top pinning Sam's locks. She then breathed hotly on her neck slowly. And in a low whisper she said. “Sam, Spencer is going to help me get you changed. I want to see you in my new cloths. I won’t let him touch you if you don’t want. .