" So. I screwed up my own suicide and they've put me in this museum of an institution. But whatthefuck have they done to my body? Is it hallucinatory ...rugs?" I wondered. "Or could they be using me for some sort of experimental body transplant?" The ideas kept running through my mind, growing wilder and crazier.Finally, I decided that this must be hell. I mean, deep down inside, I knew it was still me. Phil Brown. Fifty-six year old loser. And I had always heard that people who commit suicide. She was very upset with me over the phone on Saturday.”“I didn’t hear about that. I did hear my father broke the phone he was using when he hung up.”“I wondered...”She took a sip of the wine that had just been poured, then she smiled and said, “Very nice.”When I didn’t take a sip myself, she asked, “Are you not going to try it?”I said, “I’ll wait for the meal if that’s alright. My stomach isn’t exactly feeling well.”Headmistress Fellows nodded and said, “I’m sorry, Timothy. I haven’t made any. I'd also suggest laser removal for yourbeard. Because you have such extensive surgery planned, this will befree of charge as well."Dr. Morris had been crafting these changes onto my screen image as hetalked. The changes he suggested were amazing. The photo now looked veryfeminine, although it was easy to imagine that with the right clothesthe changes would not be obvious if I wanted a male appearance. I feltexcited but a little anxious, but I agreed to his suggestions. Heseemed really. I had fucked both of them is 2 consecutive days.For those who have not read it, here are the links to all . As you know that I fucked Shobha aunty and the next day, I fucked her daughter, Saloni. After that, I am regularly having romance and sex with Shobha aunty and Saloni separately. I and Saloni used to bunk classes in college and used to romance. When I wanted to have sex with aunty, I used to secretly ask Saloni to go out of her home. She used to give me private space by visiting her.