Marg was reading something on the computer screen when they arrived."I see your assignment went well, Lee, did you get enough sleep?" Lee, by now stan...ing next to her Mistress, nodded as her rear end was being fondled. She put her small arm around her Mistress's neck and kissed her. Marg touched her vagina carefully; "you're not sore are you?" Just a little, Mistress. I'll be fine." Marg kissed her again, rubbing her vagina gingerly."OK girls undress me, it's massage lesson time for Diana." The. On my arrival one of the old colonial’s said to me “don’t know what you’re going to do for female company lad, there ant no single women here. What he didn’t know and I bother to enlighten him was, my last girlfriend was from Ethiopia, as black as the ace of spades and gorgeous and had the first hairless pussy I had ever seen. There were roughly 28 million Zambians of which 27.5 were black and the majority were from the Bember tribe, 9 million being female, and half of those were single, but. Do you have any idea how often I find myself wishing I could be more like you?”Annie chuckled through her tears, and shook her head.Tricia continued. “You’re strong, and you’re smart. You’re kind, and you’re beautiful. You’re the total package, you know that? These are the things Joey loves about you. You know he doesn’t care about the chair.”She nodded, wiping her tears. “I know ... It’s just that...” She shuddered. “I can’t just ... jump into bed with a guy. I’m not like you.”“What is it? You. A wave of excitement washedover her consciousness, the pleasure of the transformations, thesoftness and the fear mingled into a cocktail of new emotions. She stoodin front of the mirror, watching the fibers travel up, up. She debatedwith herself over pronouns, he was going to miss being a he, maybe? Butthe word 'she', 'her'... they felt so good... so proper. He left thebathroom, tail held high, the cloth had reached his belly. With everystep, it pushed the doughy gut he once was ashamed of into.