I got home, responded to one of my college students, then emailed Kim, she told me to come back over. She told me to park my car in front of the house...or pull my bike in and come thru the side gate. She was going to be in the shower. The back door would be unlocked.I headed inside, followed the sound of the water and found my way back to her bedroom. I stepped into the master bath, said “hello Kim”, and was told to get naked and join her. I stepped in behind her. Kim’s body was glistening from. ..” she started stroking my hard-on. “...and I'm gonna give you a proper thank you. I'm also gonna borrow your phone, and we'll take some nice pics of me sucking your big, black cock and send some to your wife. But you gotta promise to send me one too, to remember you by.” I was trapped. And thrilled. There was nothing more to say. Instead of protesting further, I signaled my surrender by caressing her wrist, dragging my fingers lightly up her arm, and back down until my hand was resting on top. All the sensations I had felt minutes before occurred again, but this time in reverse order. I watched as my beautiful breasts shrank, my big nipples fading back to their original color and size as my chest expanded and grew hair anew. Where nothing had been moments before, I felt my cock restoring itself, the testicles themselves finally emerging from somewhere within my body. In moments it was over. I reached up to my face with now familiar hands and found my normal rough skin and coarse. " Sounds like a job for Cosmo Terry," the Mistress of Style said. "Shortskirts, high heels, sharp nails..." The Mistresses practically tore offhis clothes as they set about preparing his transformation."You're so tan!" sighed the Mistress of Deportment, a bouncy brunettewith a tad too many muscles. "I love those bikini lines!" She won't need stockings, that's for sure," the Mistress of Fashionobserved."Then our first priority is a pedicure," the Mistress of Styleproclaimed.Madam Fabulous was.