"This thing must have done it. Maybe itwill be able to change me back!" I said, remembering that the changesstarted as soon as it had touched Cassie's...panties I picked up myunderwear and touched them to the medallion. Nothing. No electrical jolt,no transformation. "Shit," I muttered in my new voice. Christ, I even hadCassie's voice. I turned back to the mirror and looked myself over. Therewas no piece of me that resembled my actual self and my genitals were themost drastic change. In place of. How he was meant to be. And he had come to like it that way. The Gothic Lounge was bustling with the spirits of those raving around it. Everyone was jumping, singing, dancing and having a good time. It was a nice sight, seeing so many people happy over his efforts. He was sure to make his money back from the renovations to this place: The Gothic Lounge. A wondrous place. The Foo Fighters seemed hot here. Wisconsin 2005. A beautiful time. The place was getting amazingly popular. They had people. All other details would be kept confidential absent a screening test. An address was provided with instructions to go the next day at a specific time.Desperate, Michael arrived. It was an obscure office building. Michael walked into the building which seemed empty and was met with a single secretarial desk containing an extremely gorgeous redhead wearing a classy red cocktail dress. When he approached, she said he must have been Mr. Smith and asked him to follow her. As she got up, Michael. The feeling of chilled champagne on her breasts made Helen’s nipples look even more beautiful and the bubbles in it started to stimulate her senses, she put her hands behind her head and surrendered herself to her husband who began to drink from the nicest glass that he had ever had the privilege to drink from. As James’ tongue gently caressed her chest Helen began to feel her chest swell with pleasure, when he also began to massage her with his fingertips her breathing intensified. James.