Love you very much, but you have to let me go right now." No! Daddy, no!"Diane clung to him, bouncing herself purposely against his crotch. At first s...e had felt nothing there but now, bit by bit, she could tell that his hard-on was beginning to form. Encouraged by his body, if not by his words, she ground herself against his surging crotch."Diane, please, you don't know what you're doing!" John said, trying to extract himself from his daughter's mighty grip graciously. "Honey, please!"Diane. But there is one place in the land. It is beside the rock-weed and I sense that it goes back more than the rock-weed, but it is not so high as the rock-weed and there is no sharpness at the top. And the water by it is deep so that I may dive well.In the pod when we make joy my leaps are always greatest. I can go more high from the water than any. Sometimes when one of the others makes great joy and goes high above the ­water, the others would tease that one. “You do Minacou,” they would say.. He was nakedexcept for the bra but he had Tara's face."My God what is happening? What have you done?" Then he noticed hisshrivelled cock it was hairless as was the rest of his bodyAndy stood beside him and started to explain. "Tara for the last Fourmonths you have had hormones, female hormones injected into you andweekly electrolysis, that's why your skin itched all the time. Thereason you couldn't talk was you had your face all wired up was so thatyou could be made to look like Tara, so you. Amazingly I find our elderly neighbour Mrs Kemp, seated there. She is thrilled to see me.By her legs sits a big brown lovely dog.She greets me and explains it's her daughter's dog and that she's minding it for a few weeks while they are on holiday.I sit beside the handsome animal to stroke its fine coat.When I stroke his head his lovely eyes look deeply into mine.My pulse quickens.He has that magic something; personality, sex appeal, masculinity.I'm drawn by him: want him.Mrs Kemp talks on.