Not only was my skin soft and smoothlyhairless but also paler and blemish free, I had become very pliable anddocile...ooohh sssub...submissive. A GIRL...!I had to admit that I was sort of swept along with these dramatic changesand at the same time some part of me craved these feminine things anddesired more. Was this the formula's influence or my mothers influence orjust my past experiences catching up with me? Or was this me,... deepdown inside where only true imagining resides and any falsehood. " Tears of joy started to come to her eyes as she continued, "It takes care of my last fear, Cin. Since I was a prostitute and allowed anyone to do anything if the money was right, deep down I was scared that something might have happened to my reproductive system so I couldn't have kids."I guess it didn't. The doctor just whistled when I undressed — how unprofessional! — and said he had never seen a woman as well equipped for motherhood. I don't know if that's a comment on me or a comment on. 'Mr Motors dies at hands of unknown dominatrix in fetish accident' read one of the less intellectual sheets. She would not be the only woman to raise a smile that morning.Eva was now in her early fifties, still as stunningly attractive and elegantly feminine as she had been thirty years earlier; maturity had made her all the more appealing. Her curvy body with auburn hair and sharp blue eyes turned heads on a regular basis, and she was often plagued by would-be suitors who contacted her. Then she said, “She is such a noisy lover!” and we laughed.I took Charlotte’s hand and we climbed out of bed and walked softly to the door to the adjoining room and looked in. The unmistakeable slim body of Sylvie was spread-eagled on her back in the middle of the bed, with one of her favourite toys, a large vibrating butt plug, inserted in her rear. Sitting on her face, her hair flying as Sylvie’s tongue probed her dripping sex, was the noisy and clearly frantically excited Ellie.I drew.