I didn't expect her home that night in that out fit.I was quite surprised later that night, I had been flipping through the skin flicks on TV trying ...o remember how great Erin's boots were and thinking about playing with myself when I heard the front door slam open and closed. I quickly turned off the TV, and in stumbles my sister, very drunk, but very alone, she struck out somehow, which she doesn't do when she tries.She flopped down on the couch next to me. “Hey... hey, help me take these. Looking at him, it would be difficult, if not impossible to guess whathe was about to undergo. Of course, he'd let his hair grow and it wasnow shoulder length but tied neatly back in a low ponytail as many othermen did. The hormones had given his cheekbones more definition but,again, with men coming in all shapes and sizes, there was nothing out ofthe ordinary. In this day and age, even the piercings in each ear lobewould not raise an eyebrow.However, he felt different. He now had far more. We returned to the steam room; our seats now taken. There were just two spaces next to each other. The man had left his towel on the hook by the plunge pool. He remained completely naked. I felt embarrassed, especially with my sister now sitting opposite, but from the glimpses I caught through the steam, she was enjoying every moment. When the steam thickened, a hand brushed the side of my leg. All my instincts screamed move away, or better still, leave, but something got the better of me and I. All the while imagining her man making love to her as the woman she had now become. Sherry."Oooh yes!" she cried, trying to remember how her body's former occupant had said it, and wanting it to sound the exact same way. She stared at her face in the mirror and replicated the expressions she had seen many times form the other side, as the husband making love to his wife."This is so incredible." she whispered, feeling the orgasm overtake her body.The muscles in her genitals contracting harder.