I turned with shy coz my chest is like girls. Soft and hairless with pink nipples. I closed my eyes and turned. he did not do anything so I opened my ...yes and I found he was staring at my chest.I felt too shy so I did not make eye contact. He said u have a nice chest. And kept his hand around my neck for massage. He rubbed my shoulders hard. And slowly moved towards my chest. I stopped his hand with my hand but he hold my hands (Both) and lifted them above my head and gripped them tightly with. He gave a gentle squeeze."The spell did. You had some very big problems, Mr. Rob, very big.There were people who wanted to put you in jail. There were even somewho wanted you dead. The spell turned you into a completely differentperson so that no one would ever find you. The spell must havedetermined the best way to do that was to make you a woman." But why a woman? " I don't know. The spell makes its own determination. Maybe because asa woman you look about as different from your old self. No time to tell you, now... but will you meet me... tonight... like I suggested... ?" I told you... the answer is no!"Vivian was hurt. She'd never had a man turn down her offer... to take him to bed, and she didn't know what to think... or what to do. She decided to give up the pursuit! Damn it... it's not worth it! I practically throw myself at him... and he tells me, 'No thank you... I'm not having any!' I wonder more and more maybe he is some kind of a closet queen!Her husband was there, big. In reality, it was all very nice.The taxi stopped in front of an old stone mansion in the green ivy in a small suburb. I went out and stood irresolute before the door. And then I gathered all the moral strength and rang the bell.The door opened, and a moment later I was invited inside. Inside was twilight, and I did not even see immediately who is in front of me.When my eyes adjusted, I have considered it. It was him, my French penpal. In life, he was no worse and no better than I imagined it.