I will be pushed back in time. I will wake up as my self asa small child. At first, I wont remember exactly what happened. I will first think it's th... old clich?, of having your life flash beforeyour eyes when you are about to die. Unfortunately, I will not be allowedto remain in ignorance for long, and I will realize what has happened,and then I will try and change my fate. Then, I will find out that there is one thing about Time we onlytheorized about. We wondered if you could change. Bill lay down on his back and I crouched over him, his cock touching my assholeand I grasped his steel hard erection and rubbed it up and down my smooth asscrack. Moaning he reached out and stroked my stiff rod. Getting into themotions I knelt on top of him, his cock between my asscheeks. I reached behindme and squeezed his hard straight uncut cock between my cheeks and began to rub upand down using my fingers and ass. My curved cock rubbed against his flatstomach and we both moaned louder. My. Mikayla re-entered the bathroom and began clipping the wig in place. She put a necklace around my neck, then lifted my arms and put bracelets and rings on. “Okay, Sam. Wait, does your inner princess have a name?” I thought for a minute and answered. “Call me Sarah.” “Okay, Sarah. Open your eyes.” I had to hold back the tears. I was beautiful. The wig was a brilliant chestnut brown, side parted and shoulder length. My lips were pink and glossy, my cheekbones rosy, and my eyes smoky. I was hot. I. There, in its midst, was Cindy’s huge, Art Deco house of sticks! Sondra hastened up to the door, and pounded on it with her fists as she sobbed out these words:?Oh help me, sister, help me! Oh my panties! Oh my pussy! Help me, or it’s my time . . . my . . . panty-down time . . . . Help! Heeeeelp!?Cindy opened the door, and Sondra half-rushed, half-fell into the foyer and cried out: ?Lock the doors; bar the windows! She’s coming! She’s coming!? Cindy quickly complied. That done, Cindy put Sondra.