I was able to talk to this woman for over an hour, the topics ranged from the future of the economy to fashion trends. This was what I loved about the...masks and costumes of this time of year. Women would actually talk to me as a normal person, not a disgusting cripple. I could not get enough of their soft voices, the smell of their perfume, or on rare occasions the smell of shampoo in their hair. I had at most three chances this year to experience that, and I was going to take every advantage. Like I'm sayin', pretty I ain't; hell, I got more in common with Quasimodo than Tom Cruise. When I was young, it made a difference; it bothered me, a lot: got me into a lot of fights—won most of them though. Now, in my thirties, it no longer does—bother me that is—well, that's what I keep telling myself. Helluva thing.Who am I? I'm Oscar Church; Ozzie or Oz to my friends: six-two, one ninety, balding, and really-really not pretty. Yeah, and I know it and I deal with it. Long face, pinched nose,. It wasn't just cock and tits. He wanted threehands. But time was running out. He concentrated on just breastsand cock.Almost there....Suddenly his hand completed and upstroke with nothing. Too late,he was now completely female physically.Just time to shift tactics, Jack told himself. A quick checkconfirmed that he was already soaking down there. Horny before,horny after. It just showed differently.Take notes, he told himself. Find out what feels hot when youhave a bod like this. Find out what. After a huge wave I ended in the arms of a huge black man.''Do not worry, babe… here I got you…'' He said, as he helped me to take the next wave. I could feel my almost bare buttocks touching his crotch and I felt the huge hard pole pressing against my ass when he held me.I took the next wave and again I was thrown back on him.“I got you, babe…” He said smiling.But this time he groped my buttocks under the water before releasing me. Again another giant wave hit me and his big hands reached out.