Then,I noticed something weird. My arm didn't look right. It was smaller,much smaller. And, at the end of my smaller hands, I saw that my nailswere...painted, pink of all colors. Was this a bad joke? I reached until Ifound the buzzer on the bed, and rang for help.The nurse came in and said, "You're awake! Finally! Let me call thedoctor and your mom."I must have banged my head harder than I thought. My mom and dad weredead. I should know, as I killed them. That one wasn't for money -. His only wish was that he had a pair of male appendages to satisfy them both at the same time. They enjoyed writhing on the ends of his fingers making noises most unladylike and cursing like drunken sailors on their way to feminine release.Their names were so confusing to him in their raw native form that he assigned them his own labels calling them “Fanny” and “Candy”. He had to admit, he seldom knew if he was doing it to Fanny or to Candy, but they grew to answer to their new names with eager. He lifts my skirt and yanks down my knickers. My pussy is smooth and dripping wet. ‘Spread your legs bitch, and finger that little cunt’. I did as I was told, opening my legs wide so he could see my swollen clit and wet pussy hole, aching for his big strong hands to touch it. I slide a finger deep inside my hole and start working it, in and out, round and round, getting wetter with every stroke. ‘Can I touch your cock please?’ I asked.‘You’re desperate aren’t you, a dirty little slag so horny. I parted my knees and his body pushed my legs wider. I could see him fucking me in he mirror. I could feel his pubic bone spreading my cheeks, my ass cheeks had lube on them, with each forward thrust he parted my ass cheeks and went deeper. He locked his arms around under my shoulders and his ass pumped up and down in the mirror slamming me and making slapping sounds now. I could feel him tensing as he got faster and faster, I knew he was going to cum. He asked "where do you want me to cum?" I.