At the motel across the street, a single figure stepped out of what could be the front desk/office. It was an older man, perhaps in his mid-sixties. H...s tallish reach, slim waist and receding hair most of which was white gave him a fatherly look I found appealing. Dark slacks. A white, long-sleeve shirt that, as a decidedly tell-tale sign that the man was of Indian origin, was not tucked in.My immediate plans suddenly fell into place. I would stay at the motel for the night. After getting a. " "Breasts, you're talking about estrogen. That could really mess me up." Now, now, you promised you would do everything I asked remember. Here isyour first pill take it with a glass of water." I looked at the pill. "You promise this will only be until the contestand afterwards everything will be okay." She smiled and handed me thepill and water. My hands were trembling but I managed to take the pill awash it down with the water.Then she pulled out a second pill. "What's that for?" I wimpered.. Or my body, anyway, and it looked just asshocked as I felt. My former body's mouth was opening and closing slowly,too shocked to form words."Mrs. Bresnan?" I asked.My body nodded.I looked down at my hands, formerly Mrs. Bresnan's hands, opened andclosed them experimentally to examine their smooth and utter female-ness.I couldn't help but notice the breasts, their heavy pull beckoned me tolook down. I saw Mrs. Bresnan's massive breasts snugly nestled within afrilly-looking bra that just peaked. Her eyes still closed, she rubbed her clit furiously, lubricated by my cum, now moaning loudly until she convulsed over and over again with her only orgasm of the evening, with her pussy juice finally flowing freely to combine with my cum into a primeval slime.Lying on my side watching her, I suddenly felt a little like a worthless drone, ready to be killed and eaten – or discarded -- by the queen. Turns out, that was more prescient than I imagined. After she grabbed the top-sheet to wipe the.