When he came out, I could hear that he was moving around the room. I couldn't see with the mask on and it made me feel nervous and self conscious not ...nowing if he was looking at me or not, but I was definitely turned on. He came over to me and started to pull on my nipples and pull on my breasts. "Mmmm." It felt so good. His hands lightly felt over my entire body, giving me goosebumps. He put his hand under my chin and tilted my head up. "Stick out your tongue," he said. I did and tasted his. "Fine," I said. "It was your sister. But that stilldoesn't explain what you're doing here." "Haunting you, silly girl." "But, if Tina isn't dead, you can't be her ghost!" He grinned again. "I'm not her ghost, I'm mine. You see,when you turned Tim Jones into Tina Jones physically andmentally, and changed reality so everyone thought it had alwaysbeen that way, I died." "That's not true!" I shouted. "You were still you, just afemale you!" "Nope. Sorry. The only thing Tina has in common with meis. I was bucking and groaning, really getting hot now. "He's like a little bitch in heat," Butch said. Steve agreed and added "He wiggles his ass like a teenage slut." Steve kept up his work and I was being driven nuts, I wanted to come, but couldn't and I never wanted Steve to stop.That's when Steve got up and Butch took his place between my legs. Butch had placed some lube and his fingers and he slowly began to insert his index finger into my ass, making sure to do it slowly. I was moaning and. His senses swam in the excitement of the vision hewas taking in. This was the first time he had seen his face with makeupin insert years when his face still carried the glow of youth, andalthough the image before him could not be called beautiful, there was avery definite feminine softness. The makeup could be better, hiseyebrows could be shaped better. It passed through his mind that therewas such a thing as facial feminising surgery and he wondered whatimprovements a skilled surgeon could do.