There staring back at me in the mirror appeared to be an attractive female face. Between the long blond wig and the makeup and lipstick Aimee applied ... almost didn’t recognize myself. Don’t get me wrong it was my blue eyes that looked back at me but with the mascara, eye liner and other work she’d done my face resembled the sister I didn’t have.“Wow Aimee if the whole shrink thing doesn’t work out then you have a future as a professional makeup artist. I doubt anyone would recognize me.”Aimee’s. He knew, with dread, what this meant.He knew that magic was happening, and he knew that his clothing had beenthe main driver of the magic. So he knew that wearing panties would carrymagic power. He knew that wearing panties would spell the end of whatremained of his manhood - his penis and balls.But what choice did he have? He couldn't wear the one remaining pair ofboxers forever. Besides, the magic had altered his life already. Healready had little boobs. His voice had become high again. And. Damn it really did feel good. He grabbed my hand and pulled it back and placed it right next to his dick. When he let go of my hand, I didn’t pull my hand away. I still hadn’t touched his cock either though! As he was playing with my dick and balls, his thumb was rubbing up and down my asshole. Now, it just doesn’t get anymore queer than this, but, I wasn’t pulling away either! My hand, accidentally (?) touched his dick and I could tell it was hard. I did it again but left my hand there. It. Trick’s shoulders and thighs were almost as wide as the swinging wood-panel saloon doors. To Trick’s left was the white painted sign that read in green painted letters, “No Guns Allowed”. Below the painted sign was a box, guarded by Trick, and piled high with gunmetal blue Colt revolvers. To the side several Winchester levered rifles were leaning against the wooden wall. John put his hand down and caressed the handle on his 12” barreled Buntline Special Colt revolver, but Trick flicked his eyes.