Chris tried to fight his way out of his slacks and underwear. Since he still had his shoes on, he overbalanced and with a muffled cry fell on to the b...d. There was a loud thud as his holstered sidearm, still attached by the belt to his slacks, hit the floor. Chris stifled a curse. Intending to check to make sure all was right with his weapon, he saw Rita had squirmed out of her blouse and bra and had stretched out on the bed. One arm was draped fetchingly over her head. The other was pointed. She looks gorgeous and very feminine. No one would guess she was born in a boy’s body.“Excuse me. Are you mister Mike-san?”I affirm. She greets me with local politeness, and I return her bow.“I am Ran. Please follow me to the hotel.”After a brief walk we arrive at that Japanese institution, a love hotel. I rent a room for two hours. We go for “standard”. Tonight should bring enough hot, new experiences without splurging on “Mirror Paradise” or “Princess Fantasy”.Once in the room, I hand Ran her. Then as soon as it hit, it went away. Ben was telling me that as soon as he had stripped his shorts off to shower, he knew he had changed. He had hair all over his arms, legs, and chest. Then where before he had a little around his pecker, he was covered in black curly hair.We were high fiving and slapping each other on the back as we felt that we had stumbled upon a great discovery.Ben said when he got into the shower, he grabbed his pecker but it was no longer a pecker, it was a big Dick like. On the way to the venue in a cab I can’t keep my fingers off the insides of Sarah’s thighs, something she always finds sexually stimulating. We are both aware of the cab driver stealing glances in his mirror. “We are very naughty, but I like it, don’t stop, you know I like an audience,” Sarah whispers.“I need to change my knickers, you have made these wet,” Sarah tells me as she produces another pair from her designer handbag when we arrive at our destination. The cab driver is flustered as he.