It was bad enough I’d let her talk me into this quasi-insane plan, but apparently she’d repacked my bag when I’d snuck out of her bedroom to vis...t Michael. My carefully-chosen, not-too-casual, not-too-formal outfit I’d planned to wear that night was gone. In its place, I had an oh-so-short denim skirt, a vest, and a pair of cowboy boots I’d forgotten I owned. There wasn’t even a blouse! I wasted 15 minutes trying every one I had with me and confirming they all looked terrible. Another 5 minutes. I was pressing her boobs and she was biting my neck, her boobs were very big, big enough to give my 6-inch cock a boob job, her nipples were light brown and they were big at least a centimeter long. I was sucking her nipples one by one, I was biting her everywhere & we both had gone wild, she had removed my shorts and took my dick in her hand and started to stroke it back and forth.Now she came on top of me, spat on my cock and spat in between her boobs and started to give me a boob job, that. During the short, but very quiet ride to his house, Gunny pulledout his cell phone and makes a call. Only hearing one side of theconversation, I am not put at ease any. He is telling the person on theother end that we will soon be there and that he will be looking after theprincess, me, tonight and most the next day. Acknowledging that the otherperson had plans for both days, he is not happy and says he will do as toldand to meet us at the door. All the while, Gunny is staring me down in. "It was a heightened form of feminine intuition. I wasable to foresee dangerous situations before they occurred. I wasactually starting to feel good about being changed at that point...untilI realized the power only worked for women, not men." You mean you started to like being a girl?in your vision?" No," Superman said a bit too abruptly. "I liked having another power tohelp people. After another rescue, I thought to myself I was glad tohave helped another girl, even if I was going to always.