I hit and I hit hard. Who knows how long I laid there but it was night when I finally felt able to sit back up. It was dark, the sky was bright with s...ars, and off in the distance in front of me, was the tell-tale glow of a city. It was Phoenix. At least it felt like Phoenix. The air around me still smacked of Arizona. I got slowly to my feet and took a look at myself, pants ripped and bloody, my shirt no better off and only wearing one shoe. I felt the blood crusted all down my face and neck. Exposing my vagina!!! I reached down in horror . . . only a few minutes ago . . . I was a well endowed man . . . now . . . nothing!!!My hands flew to the void between my legs. "Please . . . somebody help me!" I tried to say. But I was unable to get it out with any volume. Just then a strong pressure began to mount in my chest. I looked down and grabbed my . . . "My God!! No! I'm growing tits!" I squeaked. Within seconds, I could feel them beginning to swell at an accelerated pace. The feeling. Laura found the situation mildly amusing that one of her jobs required that she have a full time secretary acting as personal assistant, while her job title with her east coast employer was still executive secretary to the partnership committee of her law firm. She and Heather spent their first half hour together with coffee and catch up. That was a routine Laura insisted as number one priority for every trip to her Business Lady workplace. As far as she was concerned, her Board of Directors. ‘Come on Frida’, said my b*****r, show us your clit’. His friends voiced their approval and started to cajole me to show myself, one of them sat down where I lay slightly sprawled and touched my thigh, and when I allowed him the privileged, another did likewise, and soon all five were around me, pinning me down and lifting my skirt up. I did not scream, but I struggled half heartedly, and soon I was on the carpet with my b*****r sitting astride my chest, the others pinning my arms and legs.