She had other ideas, the drink that she gave me was drugged and I awoke the following morning a changed man. My body was completely female, no vestige...of my former maleness remained. Inside the panties that I wore was a pussy, the hold up top of the dress I wore contained breasts. My waste was slim, my hips large, my feminine figure 36 24 34. The face that she had given me had pouting lips, a tiny nose and arched eyebrows.It had been three weeks since she had done this to me. Until I returned. Maybe the rat might even be able to stand up on his hind leg, and grab the cock with his paws, holding it in front of him as he ate it. She thought it would send the boy into a frenzy of agony and be a fitting climate for the night. Actually, this didn't turn out to bad for the boy. Fortunately, the rat was getting tired from jumping, and only managed four bites into the head of the penis in spite of the fact that Salidia held the cock down close to the rat for quite a long time. And the. Yes, don’t be disappointed. This story is not about me having sex with my girlfriend. This is about a certain incident that changed the whole course of our life and the way we two used to look at it. Strangely for me, although I felt jealous every time some other testosterone-driven person scanned Doyel’s body as if he would have fucked her with his eyes, I also had a contrasting feeling growing inside me. I started to realize that it gives me immense pleasure whenever I think about Doyel being. It feels too good. The man hands continued massaging her breasts, and Jill’s hands continued working on her neck and shoulders, but Jessica felt another pair of hands – woman’s hands this time – grab hers and pull her up. She then felt hands on her lower back, unzipping her skirt. The woman’s hands ran down her ass as they lowered the skirt. Then the hands glided down her long legs as the skirt fell to the ground. Instinctively, Jessica stepped out of the skirt. The woman’s hands glided back up.