Whoever I became would have a shot at another life like I did, maybe even a better one. Or so I kept telling myself over and over until I began to bel...eve it... I remembered the rules in the journal as I looked for someone I wouldn't mind becoming. Someone figured out that in order to get the switch to happen, the ride has to take place in the new moon or the full moon. Like a werewolf, there were only a few nights a month it would work. The ride had to be longer than 20 minutes, with a fare. She groaned her approval immediately, and it didn't take long for her to shudder and spasm from another orgasm. She was at that age where almost any type of physical stimulation caused her to orgasm, and I just loved to help her out with that. As for myself, I enjoyed getting off too, obviously, but there was no way I could match her orgasm for orgasm at my age. But I enjoyed getting her off every time."Okay, now let's see what we have here," I said, as I picked up her bag full of beach. "Minutes pass while we continue to fidget and shoot each other glances. Finally there's a quiet knock at the front door."Here, you get it, P," tossing me a robe, "she's your wounded dove."Sticking my tongue out at you, I hurry down the hall to let the shutterbug in."'Bout time, sweetie. We were getting worried you'd stood us up." Sorry, I had to get my gear, sorry," she ekes out, as she squeezes past carrying an armful of bags and light stands."We're down there, second left," I point and follow. It was such a rush to help change a cute little man into a soft, shapely, sexy, beautiful woman - and from there into the cheap, trashy slut she wanted to be. I hate to admit it, but I got a little... possessive. I didn't mind sharing the girl with dates. Dates are dates; they show up, pay you, get off, and leave. What really ate at me was, as soon as the girl was 'done', she would dash off and find herself a 'husband'."Michael, do you want to know what I thought the first time I saw your.