Jonesy, you offer a multiple challenge to me. I don’t think you’re overly impressed with my degrees and although I could probably whip you physica...ly, I’m not sure you’re vulnerable to pussy whipping in the true sense. You see what I’m up against, don’t you?’ ‘Heidi, I don’t want to be your enemy. I told you when we all met last night that you’re one smart lady and all I want is to have that machine return me to my full size. Whatever I can do to help, I’m more than willing. The Professor. Little tear drops that already have a curved under definition at the bottom. These werent going to be fat breasts, but perky gems. Unfortunately my gasp was a little too loud. Her eyes snapped up looking in the mirror back at the door I was behind and her eyes caught mine looking through the crack. I panicked and ran back to my room and hopped on the bed, pretending to be asleep. My heart was pounding and I could hear myself breathing but hoping against hope she didnt see me. I didnt hear her. Joe the mechanic was sitting at his desk in the office of the Empire Garage. Joe wasn?t his name but it really didn?t matter, it was no better or worse than his original name, whatever that was. The garage existed not to fix broken cars but to transform men into women. Well that wasn?t exactly true. They became sex toys, addicted to lust and to sex. He had forgotten how many he had transformed over the years. There was his video library of each transformation, but that only went back to 1978.. He was clean cut and a decent handsome looking man. I stepped aside and introduced myself allowing him into my home. He stepped inside carrying a small duffel bag. I glanced at it and wondered what was inside. “Probably just the oil and perhaps a towel,” I thought.I showed him to the kitchen so he could warm up the oil. As he quickly went about his work, we chatted for a bit, easing my nerves. I then showed him to my bedroom, where we had agreed would be the best place for a massage, the bed.