She ran upstairs with the carton, asking her husband, "Can you see?" "Yes, very well," he replied. "With my left eye as well as my right! I don't kn...w what that stuff did, but it worked quite well!" "Wow! Maybe I should try some myself," Etta replied. She returned downstairs and followed the instructions. Then she felt her left half gradually turn masculine, similar to her husband's feminizing right half shortly before. Even her ovaries changed, with the right one doubling in size as the. She was so wet that I slipped in without any trouble."Oh yes," she sighed and hugged me tight, "I love you," she whispered in my ear." Good, and I love you too," I replied and it was the truth."Oh yes, that's so nice," she sighed, "please I'll do anything for you."God, don't you love it when a pretty girl says that to you, my cock twitched and I started to come; she thrust back at me and she came too."God that was so good," she sighed, "need a pee though."She stood up found her jeans under the. When Kathy reached his side, she immediately covered his prick with the cloth ensuring that whatever coffee had spilled on him was being taken care of first."Did it burn you?" she asked worriedly."I don't think so...No!" Mark mumbled still dazed, then overreacting as he tore his cock away from his sister's hand in turning violently. "You are burned aren't you?" She asked worriedly, once again placing the wet washcloth on his now very exposed penis. But it wasn't the hot coffee spilling down in. The head of my penis throbbed behind my belt buckle.Ms. Bourgeois led us into the classroom, on the way to Annie's surprise. "That's odd. I don't remember leaving the light on in the studio." A man in overalls with his back to us stood in the well-lit room. "Oh, it is Charles, from Maintenance. Good evening, Charles."The man turned. He was holding a medium painting in a fine mahogany frame in one hand, an open knife in the other."You're not Charles!" screamed Ms. Bourgeois."Damn right I'm not..