I couldn’t believe that. Whatever I was more than happy to be normal. * * * * * Nearly fifteen days had passed, I hadn’t transformed , me and my ...amily surely took a sigh of relief though they didn’t talked about it much, and my life was much normal except for the fact that the people around me were more aware of my presence and most of them talked about me and behaved with me like I was some kind of freak, that did bothered me a bit but I had my friends and family who supported me. In between. There is the fear that one day, you can come home and find out that your life was a lie, a shambles of deceit perpetrated by your partner, the one person in life that you trusted, who in turn has dashed your hopes and assumptions, who mocks you with their actions, and reveals the mask of a stranger you have shared your life with.Who is the fool then?The surprised supposed victim, or the devious, nefarious liar? Have you as the giver of your heart and trust all this time together really lived a. Millie was watching me, probably wondering what I was thinking. I decided to come clean. "Miss Hawley, I have a confession. My plan was to string you along for six weeks or until we finished Beverly's remodel job." I understood why you couldn't be seen in public with me. That's not to say I liked it, but I ... what do you mean by stringing me along?" she asked, sounding alarmed."I was planning on using you."Millie laughed. "You're not alone in that. I was planning on using you, too."I sighed. The folds of sensitive skin there now parted slightly and I could see the damp spot. I felt like I could reach out and lick it. I felt as if I could stand up and shove my cock at the window and I could feel myself enter her hot wet partition. It was that real. From the front, I saw her hand come between her long limbs. Her fingers passing over her hot sachet, spreading it open with two fingers. The pinkness sparkled from the dampness. I could tell that it was soft and supple and ready. .