I checked for the ring in my hand, it was there but my hand has become slim, soft, hairless and very fair. I looked down on myself but couldn’t see ...y stomach as the view was blocked by a set of the breast on my chest.I sat up, I was wearing the same cloth, but my legs were all soft and shiny. I was also no more fat and had a very slender body. I didn’t know what had happened, I checked to see whether I have a Vagina, but the only thing that I was my own self-was my cock, it was still there. I. My stomach got a huge adrenalin rush and my chest tightened so it was a little difficult to breath.He asked me to close my eyes, which I did. I then felt his lips touch mine, a light simple kiss. My penis got even thicker and the adrenalin went through my stomach again. He hovered close to my face and, when I didn’t move away or react negatively, he kissed me a bit harder.He held that kiss for a while, let my hands go and put his arms around me, with his hands in the small of my back.He gently. A look of sheer bliss came into its eyes when Jon scratched it between his ears. He concentrated so much on the giving of pleasure to the dog and liked the feeling of calm that he received in return, that he failed to notice the appraising stare he was receiving from his bench companion.“What’s you name?” She asked after a few minutes.“Eh? Oh! Jon. Sorry I got carried away stroking Buster here.” He stopped the stroking and returned her gaze.“His name’s Brute; I thought it apt; my name’s. They know where the line is between being a report andbreaking the law is. You can claim freedom of the press but it doesn't giveyou the right to break the law and harm others in your attempt to playreporter. You aren't real reporters, you are paparazzi and you don't have aright to do whatever you want to make a buck."The other freelancers walked away. There were mumblings about complainingbut they were quickly followed by, "You can go to jail, I've got a familyto feed. Screw that girl, this.