Veetee looked angrily at Wilco."Oh, I'm sorry," Wilco said. "I thought you said 'Do let them turn on the machine.' My bad."The machine began whirring ...o life. A small white beam shot from the tip of the machine to Matt, encompassing his body in a white glow."Alright, this feels kind of stra-" he started to say before he suddenly disappeared in a flash of light.We took off our goggles as Mrs. Veetee ran to the television."Matt, honey? Are you okay?" she asked speaking into the machine.A small. Oh, to feel texture as a woman:the thrill of velvet, the slickness of silk, the breathiness of linen.What a sixth sense! And on these mornings, I gain a seventh sense aswell: the female color sense. Yes, as an unmodified male I knew if thesky was blue, or black, or orange. But I never knew the euphoria ofindigo, or the myriad emotions in shades of graphite, or that mostshades of orange are really quite hideous.I had dreamed of being a woman since I first could dream. As a teenager,I mistook it. .. no, someday, when you want to have pictures taken of yourself, let me know." Well, I don't know." She said coyly. "Are you any good?" Yeah. Or are you asking if I can lick my eyebrows?"She giggled. "I was wondering if you were a good photographer?" Good enough to make a living at it." But are you really good?" Yeah, I am." I twisted around on the couch but it was too dark to see the pictures on the wall in the dining room. "Remind me to show you the ones I took in the other room after we get. ” “Anything the pretty lady wants. What will that entail?” Bonnie leaned in tighter, rubbed her bush against his flaming love tool, and slowly told him, “Fucking and sucking.” Kissing her back, he left the office, with a “Yes, Ma’am.”. The principal of Middlesex High had been well fucked this day, as well as forewarned. Thankfully, Perkins escaped with his hard-on and went to Holly, hoping she wouldn’t smell the pussy juice on him. Perkins was right; Holly and her wet panties were eagerly.