Her lips tingled; herclit throbbed more intensely than ever before. She could swear her clitwould suddenly swell and grow any second now. She wanted i... to happen somuch. Trovigg looked down at her from the observation room, his fly open and hispenis out. He hoped this time his experiment would finally work, thatscience could go beyond plastic surgeries and making one APPEAR to be theother sex. That one day he would become what he'd always wanted - a womanwith voluptuous breasts and long, blonde. “Perfect! Can I pick you up at your hotel in the morning, say around 6 am?”“Yes, that will be fine. I don’t have my usual gear with me though. Wasn’t really expecting to go for a hike.”You assure her that it’s fine, glance at your watch and groan a little inside. This was going to be the longest eight hours of your life. Eight Hours HerShe is staring at the hotel closet, trying to decide which of her unsuitable for hiking outfits she is going to wear. Jeans might be a good idea, but she hadn’t. Each one made a dull thud as it hit and Scollaw could tell each arrow was embedded at least half its length. Blood dripped from the end of each arrow, the hollow nature of the arrow providing a route for the dragon’s blood to escape. A full twenty arrows adorned the dragon’s chest and still, hurt and bloodied, it moved. It roared in pain, but it did not fall.Bremer had recovered and was herself firing arrows, but not at the black dragon. The gold dragon was lumbering towards them, an evil smile. With the other hand I slipped the scarf’s knot free, and eased it of from you. Your eyes blinked open looked at me then it dawned. If I was stood looking at you, who....? You raised your head and looked down, seeing the blonde hair held back, and the beautiful girl suckling on your breasts. I smiled. ?Happy birthday my darling,?. You had always wanted to sample the pleasures of a same sex love and had spent part of your birthday admiring the long legs of a red dressed blonde at the party. While.