"Betty, what I am about to say is fact. You cannot deny it and you cannot control it. We all know, except perhaps Betty, that Betty's body has some ty...e of telepathic ability. To what extent no one knows. We do know there was the ability to swap the mind to another body, and we know of two swaps in the past years. We do not know how or why the swaps take place. The last swap took place last school year when several girls beat up Betty. The evidence indicates another swap has taken place this. Her friend Marlene had dared her and also had asked her to confirm something about his naked body, something that Samantha had long forgotten she knew about it.This unexpected opportunity at the bathroom door now presented itself, if he would only turn around. She watched as he slid his briefs down,but he did not turn. She stared at his hairy back and the firm shape of his buttocks,fascinated by the row of dark hairs that disappeared into the crack at the apex.She admired the muscles in . . and well ... pussy like. Hmmm! Maybe pussy husband is better."As I was thinking about what she'd said, I recalled her two regulars calling me a sissy several times doing the evening. I thought of how matter of factly they did so, without emphasis or in a derisive manner. I of course was too cowed to be defensive about it. In accepting being called that, I even began to respond to "sissy" a couple of times when they forgot my name. I sort of found myself growing fond of the way the two. So no use telling you. Ohhh! I would myself love to have the boy in me. I will try on some pretax to bring them in our house and do it for us." I told her to bring them to learn Internet here. Asha was confident and never failed.After two days I saw her talking to the girl. Lubna and the boy, Asif. They were laughing on something interesting and then Asha rang the doorbell. I opened the door to greet our new guests. Asha introduced both of them to me and they said Hello UNCLE! Uncle! To hell.