"Why make me into you?" Because..." she say's, "I havn't worn those panties since I was sevenyears old!"My predicament seemed painfully obvious. I sto...d for a moment just spacingout, hoping desperatley for a solution to come to mind, but nothing did,my entire body tingled as the transformation took effect. Like before mymuscles began to seemingly melt into my arms as my shoulders lowered,losing thier broadness. As my skin began to thinen, I could feel thecarpet begin to feel a little. One arm behind Brady the other on his thigh. Coming back in the lounge, Mom patted the sofa for me to sit, as I sat she leaned over and kissed me, surprised I pulled away.“Ah baby don’t do that, you ashamed of me”, asked Mom “No No just surprised that’s all” I repliedAs I looked across Brady leaned over and Aunt Karen kissed him and rubbed his groin. The kissed lasted a long time and Brady’s hand went almost to steady himself by squeezing her tits through her shirt, making her nipples stand to. He walks in and he looks at me, sitting on the bed, waiting for the news which I already know. There is no cure. I’m going to die in 4 months. I remember a time when we used to be happy, me and John. It was effortless, like breathing. He just had to be in the same room as me, and my whole world would become brighter and better. We had been together for about 2 years before I found out, dating ever since we left school at 18. We were so in love, everyone of my friends was jealous that their. Or does the slave deserve punishment?"This was a weighted question. "Punishment Mistress. I have been bad, not stopping when you told me to stop." That's right slave!" she growled, going to her bag again. "Bend over on your knees and I shall punish you."Brian expected more spanking, but instead she pulled out a strap-on, put it on, and got behind him. The strap-on was knobby and long, and he hoped she wouldn't drive it all the way into his ass."The slave must be punished. Do you want to be.