With that, and before I had a chance to say anything, Laura slid off the sofa and sat on the floor in front of me.“Okay,” I said quizzically.She r...ached for her Baileys whilst I swung my legs over her head so that I straddled her from behind. She pulled the hair from the back and round to the front so I could lay my hands on her bare shoulders. I slowly started to knead the skin and could feel the tension in her shoulders.“Umm, this is great,” She said “Baileys and a neck massage. Jo said we’d. Robert is thefirst, it seems, to experience the results as planned." What happened to the others?" Well, some transformed into grown females, some into young boys. Later,as we got the formula more precise, we did succeed in transforming someinto young girls, but too often there were mental and physical problems." Where are they now? Did you transform them back?" "No, we couldn't. But most are being taken care of. We found adoptivefamilies for the children, and the grown women were given. I sat in the dining area of our town home nibbling at a sandwich, waiting for my wife, Cheryl to come down from our room after showering and dressing in one of her slut outfits, ready to go out for some hot fun. "So, where are you taking your slut wife today, pervert?" She asked in a nasty voice, as she now stood next to me in a black cotton mini skirt, black hose, loose, wrap style, pale blue blouse, under which she wore a black shelf bra which held up her tits provocatively, and four-inch. Things carry on like that and soon enough we’ve been chatting and drinking and the night’s getting late and the bar’s closing. We walk outside and say goodbye, and I decided it’s now or never… so I just kiss her – and to my surprise she kisses me back! I break away for a second and look at her which is when I realise she’s just as into this as I am! I reach one hand around her hips and slip the other up her neck into her hair and start to make out with her and oh my god does she know what.