The girlsgrumbled as I helped them into their dresses and then Celestine came into show me how to do the make-up and wig on "Antonia" and to supervise...medoing the make-up and wig for "Juanita". I had to padlock their onestrap stilettoes on them. "Sorry, boys, for getting you into this mess."Next I found myself, a French man or was I a woman dressed as a Maid frommy country (crossing one boundary) as I crossed another boundary into mywife's country and it seemed somehow fitting as if I had now. Her pussy was wet. I pulled her robe wide open to bare her breasts. They were much firmer than I had expected and the nipples were full and puffy, jutting out like two ripe grapes. I wanted to feel them on my tongue so I lowered my mouth to her left breast and lingered there, sucking the soft nipple until her nipple hardened between my lips.I moved from one tit to the other, delighted to feel her nipples get so stiff in my mouth. As they got harder, so did my prick.I had such an incredible. My clothes wereuseless now having been ripped into shreds from the change."What the hell!" I gasped at hearing my ridiculously high squeaky voice!This didn't really happen, had it? I sat there on my carpet feeling thehugeness of my ass and looking down at a pair of breasts that were trulyepic!Now what?Suddenly I could feel long hair tickling down my back and over myshoulders! I realized then I was still changing as long dark curlscascaded about me! I didn't want to stay there on the floor so. ” She turned away and looked out the side window and sighed—something she did a lot.I didn't say a word and let the heavy silence fill the space. I started to turn on the radio to change the atmosphere but kept my eyes straight ahead and drove behind a slow truck filled with hay bales. I noticed a plaque on the side of the road with gold-plated writing that said Historic Scenic Highway and below that the words, “The Mother Road” and remembered when I read Steinbeck's The Grapes of Wrath, that.