You are my soul mate. When I turn eighteen, when I become a man according to the laws of the land, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"I'd s...lved my dilemma about making Alana a widow at nineteen. If Hector swapped me again before I turned eighteen, she wouldn't be a widow. If he didn't transport me to another body until after I turned eighteen, then I'd marry her anyway. I loved her. I wanted her for my wife.I'd surprised her. The light of the moon shined in her startled eyes.I had. That’s when she started crying. Deep sobs shook her entire body, and tears rolled down her face.Part of me wanted to just rip her clothes off, but I decided to savor the moment. I held her in place for a while, grinding against her ass and rubbing her pussy through her jeans, reveling in her total helplessness. My cock was starting to hurt, though, trapped as it was in my pants, and eventually I got impatient.Still with one hand covering Heather's mouth, I began to unbutton her jeans. Suddenly. I tried to think back to where I was just before this all began. Onething I'd noticed that the distractions of a super-sensitive body made ita little hard to focus. The tradeoff was, well, priceless. I watchedthe big-breasted anchors on the news channel discuss the weather and howperfect it would be for laying in the backyard and masturbating.Focus, dammit. That's right, before I'd woken up in that awful scrawnysub-human body, I'd been with......yeah, Dexter Hanley. And I knew whereit was,. Surprisingly, he was not hard, still hanging down and little pushed up straight too. His mushroom was quite a big one even in this state. The circumference of the shaft was much more than my damaging, destroying thickness. His balls were totally shaved but the pubes were trimmed above the cock. His balls could easily be seen moving and dancing in excitement inside the clean looking sack. He kept slow stroking himself and I kept staring at it. I wanted to make him realize that he had the wrong.