And, of course, it took me some time to hide my dick.Again I Look into the mirror, found myself an amazingly beautiful woman now. The clock stroke 7. ... went out into the cool night wind. The sky was already dark blue, and the street lamps were like a string of pearls. I got myself a cab. The driver kept giving me eyes. When I stepped out of the car, I smiled back to him, then went into the door of a pub.The people in there whispered to each other when they saw me: “She’s a hottie!” they didn’t. .. When she inserted the old-fashioned nipple-shaped lubricated nozzle into my ass, I could have had a climax right then and there if she hadn't pressed a finger firmly against the base of my penis to prevent ejaculation. To my surprise, I could accept a full two quarts of clear liquid, repeated several times. The feeling of warm, almost-bursting fullness was a transformative experience, and gave a hint of transformations to come (little did I know!). Giving her the enemas was something of an. ‘In the bathroom, back then… were you…’ she stumbled to halt, it was her turn to be flustered. She’d started now, though by the looks of it perhaps she wished she hadn’t, there was no going back. ‘… were you, erm…’ and here she paused again, searching for an appropriate euphemism. ‘…excited?’ she finally finished lamely, a little embarrassed not to be able to use any stronger words. My mind raced. She had noticed. I knew what she meant of course, but could I plausibly feign ignorance or would. If she had any curves, they were lurking in depths.Terri climbed into a leather backseat that smelled like cheap cigarette smoke, and checked herself in the rear-view mirror.Her only positive features were two blue eyes and a healthy, rosy complexion. Terri had been born with a wholesome, wide-eyed look that screamed “country girl.”Which was why she usually dusted on bone-white makeup and pulled her ash-blonde hair back into a tight braid. The girl looking back at her resembled a consumptive.