His clothes were now baggy and loose, but his chest was growing to fit.Two large, plump breasts pulled the shirt tight and his hair lengthenedand form...d itself into a braid. As he shouted at the screen, his voice gothigher, until it settled on a new tone and pitch. Things mostly seemed tosettle down, but his body decided otherwise. His stomach grew outwards tothe size of a medium beach ball and stayed there. A ringing in his earsseemed to indicate things were done, but he just thought it was. “Why don’t you come sit on my lap and I’ll show you what I need?” He suggested with that sadistic grin pasted firmly in place.“Ah, not appropriate, sir.” I replied in a level voice. “Maybe it’d be easier if you just noted the changes on the paper copy and leave it on my desk for me to look at Monday? I’m off in a few minutes.”“I bet I can get you off in less than that, baby. So tell me, does the rug match the drapes? Go on, give me a peek.”Actual sexual harassment. I should have expected it. Say it loud so we'll hear, either 'I'm coming!' on 'Now, now!' " Anything to get our attention. We absolutely will not tolerate losing a cum shot. Do you understand?"Again, they all nodded. I turned to the transsexual, the guy who had had one key operation _ his breasts were magnificent _ but still had the dick he was born with."How about you?" I asked. "Do you, uh, cum the old fashioned way?" I still do, although..." he paused in embarrassment. "... it only dribbles out now, because of the. The... our... cabin will do fine. I just want, well, to enjoy washing you and being washed..."Perhaps I ought to explain that Orkney is at quite a high latitude. Thanks to the Gulf Stream, the climate is mild, but the average summer temperature is fifteen degrees Celsius. With the depression we'd just been sailing through bringing a cold front, the outside temperature that evening, sixteenth May, was eight degrees. We'd been wrapped up well, but the heater was a necessity if we were going to.