She smirked, running her hand along his jaw as he snapped at her. His arms were pinned to his sides, wrapped in rope, tied to a bar that held his ankl...s still. He was chained to the spot unable to move more than his head. His body was arched back along the post in the ground, holding him both immobile and displayed. She tossed the slaver-woman a bag of gold and an address to deliver her new acquisition. Then she walked away. Headed to the temple she called home. It was a imposing, bare building. (For thepurposes of this essay, we will only deal with male to femaletransformations). First, did you want this to happen? If you were atypical guy, and happy being one, this transformation represents thebiggest challenge of your life. The only non-magical equivalent might be losing your male parts suddenlyin an accident or due to disease. Suddenly, one of the fundamental waysyou defined yourself - as a male, has been changed, and you are lefttrying to navigate the fallout. Whether you succeed. ”Anthea grinned. “Guess you’re feeling less stressed now. I mean, we couldn’t really talk in the cafe."“Definitely feeling a lot better now, “I said. “But please carry on telling me about you and Ann. Was she the girl whose mother worked at the local hospital?”“That’s her. She was blonde, lived down the road, and her mother worked in the hospital near us in London.” Anthea nodded. “ Anyway, back to my story. She had her hand on my pussy and I was so turned on I couldn't resist when she pushed. Mmmm..... You don't know it yet, but this is one of those mornings. Reaching for the baby oil on the night stand, I drizzle a little bit over myself. The cold drops hitting the tip, and flowing down between my fingers, and to the base of my shaft as I tighten, and then loosen my grip on myself. You still in the kitchen believing that I'm fast asleep. Cooking away at the stove in nothing but your thong, and apron. You're still tingling and slightly wet from last nights adventures. Our.