His cock went farther inside my mouth, eventually to the back of my throat. “That’s it my cock sucking whore, you’re a pro,” He began saying.... He never shut up and I was lost in the moment and started to forget about the outside world.There I was sucking the cock of a bully I hated all my College life. His cock was that far deep down my throat, that his balls slapping my chin. I couldn’t believe I had another guy’s cock in my mouth, but someone I didn’t even like.Tirophy started to slowly. Then he remembered the pictures. He said hewould bring a picture of him in a dress. Marie said it wouldn't bethe same as seeing him in one. She dared him again. He said hewould think about it. That night when he told Janice about Marie's dare she asked himwhat he was going to do about it. He said he should wear one justto show her, but he didn't think it was necessary. The next morning he was dressed in his shirt and slacks. WhenMarie saw him she made a clucking sound, calling him a. When I was washed and dressed and went downstairs she acted as though nothing had happened the night before, so that eased my mind, letting me believe that she did not know what had happened. The weather had cleared up a bit, but it was still too wet to risk riding on the wet fields, so we sloped back indoors and slumped in front of the TV for a few hours. That night, Zoe asked if she could sleep in my bed again, to which I agreed, because the storm seemed to be coming back. When she was ready. I was more in love with her now than ever. And she professed her love to me every day. In 41 days, the Observer would be looking for Peter & I to return us to our former bodies, but with the exception of that one time each month when nature wrecks havoc on our female bodies, I am extremely happy with my present situation, and would prefer to stay as I am. But Peter is wavering back and forth. He can't decide if he wants to remain this way permanently, or not. It only takes one of us to decide.