Auntie's gone to the beach for the weekend again," she announced with an eager gleam in her eyes. I didn't need an Ouija board to tell me what she had...in mind."I'm beat, Mandy. Give me a chance to rest and then we'll see." Got strong coffee outside. Want or not?" Thanks, Mandy. I could do with a cup."I smiled at her gratefully when she handed me a mug of steaming coffee. I swallowed the hot, strong stuff with a grimace. Aside from alcohol (which doesn't have any effect on my state of sobriety). "This is supposed to be mine!" I cry, a meek and raspy voice echoes through the chamber. "Wait... My voice?"Feana chuckles. "Lovely is it not? The transformation has begun." What?!" I panic. "No what's happening!!"I feel an ache in my muscles as if they were melting and let out a scream of pain."Hush! You are becoming my champion," she says, placing her hand on my waist. At that moment I felt a slight popping of my hips, almost a slight contour outwards to meet her hand fully. I wipe the sweat. No more delays or avoidance; I was finally going to find out. At least she’d started by telling me she loved me and always would, although that ‘always’ carried the tiniest note of backward-looking nostalgia, as opposed to future-looking hope.The last thought that went through my mind was how Sue and I had never had this type of ‘where next’ conversation before. We’d always naturally been on the same page, heading in the same direction. But this was different. Like a half-way review point, to. But it's when I'm lying on my back, towel over my lap, that things really get interesting.By state law, massage therapists have to keep the actual genitals covered throughout the session. They'll move the towel to the side a little bit to massage the upper thighs, usually bunching the towel in a couple layers on top of my groin. Inevitably, there's a little bit of incidental contact -- sometimes just the edge of the towel brushing my testicles as she rearranges it, or (if I'm lucky) the barest.