Smelling them all together and hearing Mary-Ann sigh with contentment caused John's dick to twitch and begin to grow."I'm going to go set the table," ...honda said, leaving the embrace, "John, do what Mary-Ann says, okay?"John nodded and watched her go, her ass gyrating nicely in her shorts. Mary-Ann pulled away and looked John in the eyes."So, we did a little research last night and today, about what guys like, and I hope you'll like the stuff we came up with." Oh, I'm sure I will, but you. They were soft and ample, a complete delight, so heavy and wonderfully curved, a womanly arrangement of so much more flesh than I would find on the college girls I usually picked up. My head went into a tail-spin, my breath and heart began racing each other.“Do you like me, Martin”, she whispered in my ear. But no words came.“Yes, I think you do. I think you like me a lot,” she said, her hand going down between us and squeezing my hard cock through my pants.She smiled and closed her eyes and. It helped to pretend, but you'll never forget seeing the torn flesh, the broken bones, the blood.And then there was the bizarre journey to the hospital, sitting in the back of the ambulance on the gurney, trying to console yourself, feeling frustrated that you couldn't even hold your own hand, how everything just went through you when you tried to touch it. That was hard: trying not to freak out, trying not to believe that you were dead, or at least dying.And then the operation. You couldn't. Shermanand your wife? The pilot? The driver who brought you here?"I saw his point. No one outside their potential control had seenme. Even the pilot hadn't seen me. As for the driver, he hadundoubtedly been paid off. I had called no one and seen no oneelse who would remember me. And somehow, Mr. Logan had managed tofake a plane crash as well - probably with the same unbelievablepowers he had used to change me into a woman. How could Ipossibly fight such powers? There might be a way, but for.