Lindsey took his hand and led him over to the bathroom. When Jim looked in the mirror, he didn't see his reflection looking back at him. It was his mo...her. And she was wearing his t-shirt. Jim touched his face and managed to say, "What happened?"Lindsey explained to him that Diana found a book on witchcraft and they concocted some sort of body morphing potion. According to the book, if you took a ring and dipped it in the potion, the next person that wears it will morph into an exact duplicate. I wished I could have every guy line up and take turns shoving their cocks inside of me. I started to imagine each stud being one of the men surrounding me in my sex club fantasy, picking up my tiny petite body and sliding me down their hard massive cocks. While he bounced me up and down on his cock, I felt my skirt lift up. Soon another hard cock was pushing into my asscunt until I was filled with both their cocks. The one from behind reached up under my top and teased my nipples so well that. She had on a floral blouse and a black satin skirt which was soon lying on my bed revealing her tight figure and pink bra and panties ( this is where my fetish for lingerie and mature women began ) . Somehow her sweet smile was making me more hard and she asked me to keep going . Slowly (cause i was inexprienced ) i unhooked her bra and slid her panties down which revealed firm breasts and a slightly hairy vagina . She was still smiling her sweet smile as i was carassing her breasts and was. He sat beside me and started talking to me again. I was zoning in and out, drunk much more than I had been in a long time. I struggled to stay with it. He had to know I’m drunk as shit, and then its when it hit me. This was his place, I was hot, and I know what he’s wanting to do. But damn I was drunk. I started analyzing it in my head. Did I really want to do this? Was it like gay if I did this? I mean I think I could let him fuck me, but I don’t know if I could like go down on him or.