I croaked out a half-whispered "Hello?"Nothing. The place was deserted. Where was everyone? They couldn't ALL be late. And where was the priest?"Hello...o?" I called out again, a little louder this time. Still nothing.'Maybe they're through the back' I wondered, but had no idea how to get there or whether I should even go sneaking around there in the first place.There were six steps leading up to the raised altar. I stepped forward and climbed two of them before I heard a door I had previously. The cool was also helping ease the nerves that her stomach was feeling. So much time had passed, yet every time they met, the chemistry was electrifying. After hesitating at the front door, she finally mustered up the courage to knock. With-in seconds, the door opened and there he casually stood. She took it all in… the jeans, the unbuttoned shirt, the skin, the smell. And without further thinking, she shut the door behind her, dropped her coat to the floor, stumbled out of her boots and moved. "I mean, you?re nobody." She stared at him as if trying to decide something. "For a start, since you?re no longer T-Jay, you don?t look like him or his family any more."T-Jay felt the muscles of his face twitching. It spread down to his throat, then down into the rest of his body. He reached up to touch his face. His nose felt different, smaller, and his beard was gone. "What the..." T-Jay stopped. He?d always been told that he had his father?s deep baritone voice. Now, he had the voice. Once he reached the little V at the head, his finger lingered there and he rubbed little circles in it.She sat mesmerized. Of course, they masturbated together before, but she had never seen him like this. She focused on everything in front of her: the way he was standing, knees bent and feet spread slightly apart. The look on his face, as he looked from his crotch to her, and back.And not least of all, his penis. It was pink, rock hard, and twitching. She wanted nothing more than to reach out.