I looked at the girl staring back from the mirror and thennoticed the changes other than my hair. My eyes were bigger, my eyelashes longer and my nose...was smaller. My whole face, while still myown, looked softer, more delicate, more... feminine.I looked at bracelet in my forearm. The pulsing red light had beenreplaced by a steady green light.Gwen leaned over and pressed a button on the bracelet which snapped openwith a click."We're done," she said taking the bracelet and brushing hair. You've done this before. It feels so good! Suck that cock. Suck my fucking cock man."I kept pumping my hand and moved my other to hold his balls. I took my mouth off his cock and throatily whispered "No, man. I've never done this before. Do you like it?"Out of the corner of my eye, I saw he was still holding his phone filming me as I sucked his cock like a whore. I didn't care. I was too caught up in the passion of the moment. I even looked directly at the phone showing my eventual audience. It must have gone on for months like this, after a time I began to grow weaker and weaker.Everyday after spending a night together I seemed to becoming more sensitive to light.After awhile I began to wear sunglasses to protect my eyes to this change. It wasn't until I actually began to think of the cause that I began doing my research.I went to the library researching anything that might fit my condition, and something occurred to me: I had never seen Alina in the day.No matter how close we had. Once satisfied with my face, I went intothe bedroom to put on the outfit Debbie and I had decided upon thenight before.I slid the white lace panties that matched the bra I was going towear up my legs and nestled my clitty between my thighs. Afterpulling on a pair of tan pantyhose, I put on the navy blue skirt,which fit, snugly at my waist. I looked at my image and thought thatthe selection of a sheer, cream blouse, through which you could seemy lace bra, was the prefect combination of revealing.