They fell back on to the soft mattress, Mark falling in to Greg’s arms he smelt his scent, a natural musk that aroused mark more. Marks cock was st...rting to push against his trousers, feeling hard and uncomfortable. Greg was firm and his muscled chest heaved with excitement as Mark caressed his hand over his nipples. They responded, becoming hard they strained against the white material of his t-shirt.Greg and Mark were within inches of each other’s mouth, when Greg lunged forward, his lips. More of her sexuality. Her breasts, full and ample, swelling at the excitement she’s generated. Sexual urges are pulsing through her pussy. The inner walls of her pussy are quivering. Even in this excited state, she can feel the soft trickle of come oozing out of her cunt. Barely able to stand up straight as the passion within her increases. She can feel her legs shake and quiver. The audience don’t notice the slight shaking of her legs as she teeters on her high heels. The burning within her. I must say they were the softest things I've ever felt. I touched each one as she smiled down at me. She even closed her eyes for a few moments as my rough hands covered every part of them.She asked if I had any questions about being a girl, wondering how I kept my monthly flow from being discovered. I blushed, pausing my exploration of her breasts. Looking up at her, I told her it scared me the first few times it happened; I thought I was dying. I used some rags I found and was scared that I. Or maybe Bridget had something to do with it.Malcolm tosses the pen on the desk and begins slowly turning the vial in his hands. “I could just skip all the bullshit,” he mumbles aloud. “What’s the worst that could happen?”Of course scenarios of the worst things do run through his head. He could be forever changed into a woman. He could get in trouble for illegal human experimentation. He could lose his job. And who knows what else.“I’m sure I can come up with a reversal,” he thinks out loud.But.