Our mother used to bath Tina and me together until I was about five, and naturally I was curious about the fact that she had no penis, although that�...s not what I called it back then. Mum had taught me to call it my “wee-wee,” and I think the reason she stopped letting us bath together was that I asked her one day how Tina got her wee-wee chopped off. Even so, childhood curiosity isn’t switched off so easily, and in our early years, Tina and I would play doctor, and other childhood games, and in. "You ought to know. I can guess who sent you here..."I prod her with the muzzle of the gun and back her to the wall. "Hands where I can see them please, Miss Talbot..." I bury the muzzle in her belly and look her in the eye. "I suppose that if you know who sent me, then you know what business I have." Do I?" she shoots back, holding her chin in the air defiantly."I think you do," I reply, pressing the muzzle deeper into the softness of her belly, just below the ribs. "I think you know why I'm. I continued to lick and suck until she relaxed and sat back and rolled off of me. We quickly embraced and started to kiss again. We kissed and touched each other and talked about old times and sex until Cindy was recovered from her orgasm. Then it was my turn.Cindy knew what I liked after all these years and quickly moved in between my spread legs, put her hands on my thighs and started to lick me.I asked, “Do you mind if I think about Tony while you do that?”Cindy paused what she was doing and. He grabbed his throat. His Adam's apple had already vanished.He looked down again. He was thinner, especially at the waist, though hiships seemed to be getting wider.Then his view was hidden as something grew out from his chest, a breast. Itwas nice and firm, with a big nipple that begged to be played with. A secondone grew out moments later.His view of the room was shifting, too. He -- no, not with a pussy -- _she_was getting shorter. Her hair was growing, hanging down over her.