I'm turning you into a pretty girl forthe weekend...You'll love it!" She took my hands away from my face gentlyand motioned me with her head to look ...own. I felt I must be dreaming, forthere, unfolding in front of my eyes was a perfect woman's body with longshapely legs, curving hips, and firm rounded breasts. I ran my hands overmy new body in disbelief as the tingling sensation subsided, pausing as Ireached my delicate bosom. The stiff, pretty nipples protruded through thethin material of. Even this awareness is not stopping the lust. The need. The insanity. How can I feel in heaven when he tells me he will talk to me after my mother goes to sleep?My mother announces her arrival and all I want to do is crawl in my bed and curl like a ball and just think about what happened. I wouldn't even need to touch myself. Not at first.Can't do that. I have to pretend I'm fine. She might think I'm still sulking over my breakup, but I don't want to take any chances. I get dressed, and as I do. Get on ya back!”Rochelle flipped over and Omar reentered her. “You a bad li’l sissy boi! Takin’ dem pills so you get titties,” Omar grinned as sweat dripped from his forehead. “Look how pretty they is. Big and round. You wanna be a girl dontchu? Dontchu, faggit?!?!?”“Yes, daddy! I wanna be a girl,” Rochelle admitted. “But you ain’t. You a pretty ass femboi faggit! Dat’s what stepdaddy like.”“Oh, stepdaddy! Beat it up!”“Fuck yeah! I’m tearin’ dis pussy up! I may have to let some of my paht-nuz. They could use this time for sisterly bonding and I could play my game in peace. I sat in the living room playing my game while they got ready to go out, until suddenly I had to pee. So I ran to my room to use the bathroom but the door was locked. Stacy had the music turned up so loud she didn’t hear me knock on the door. So I ran to the other bathroom. I heard the shower running so I knocked before I went in. “Someone’s in here.” I could barely hear her say over the sound of the shower.“I’m.