We spent more time at my house overnight because of thefact that my parents house was bigger. By then, all of the families hadabandoned my grandparent...' home. During the day, we usually hung out at hisplace because his mom usually worked and Uncle Gary almost always left usalone to cause our own trouble. My mom no longer worked with my dad and wasa housewife, though that hardly was worthy of a title occupation for her.One Friday night, after I had gotten home from school, my mom nagged me tothe. Raising a hand, though, she knows that all is not right. The hand islarge, meaty and strong. It is a man's hand. Getting up, still naked,she...or rather he...looks down at the body now occupied by Jeannie'smind. It's a fairly healthy middle age male body, but it is all male.The large cock she acquired yesterday is there and this time it looksright at home.Jeannie does not dare look in the mirror again. She needs to get toGranny Ingrid so that she can help. Looking at the time, it's. " You don't have to apologize for him mate. You did not make him as he is. I am grateful that you are nothing like him, with as strong a sense of duty." Bill told her as he took her face rubbing behind her ears. Purring she nodded as Bill traced the Bengal stripes on her head, enjoying the contact.Henna answered a moment later saying that she was on her way. Bill went with the others into the palace. Sitting Bill was impatient to find out whether or not he was clear. It was perhaps an hour. He stops dead in his tracks and looks at me. Mom asks him if he wants anything for breakfast and he says no. He continues to stare at me and tells her that he is late meeting his friends. I can’t look up at him. My face is so red and I can feel the heat of his stare. He grabs his bag and heads out the door.Mom tells me that she has a meeting that night and will be late coming home. She asks if I will be all right by myself. I assure her that I will be fine. I’ve stayed home by myself before..