"Thanks and have a nice day." A young lady was handing me a receipt. Iwas now in a shop. I looked around. I was definitely out of thatcorridor but whe...e was I? My hands! They looked different and veryfeminine. I looked down to discover I now had breasts!I poked one of them. They felt real. Gravity was definitely confirmingtheir existence too! The sales assistance looks at me strangely. Ismiled and decided to quickly retreat to a more private area to gathermy thoughts. Just as I was leaving,. She thought, with sympathy of Kate’s husband, Philip, working at home. What would he have made of what Anne had just witnessed – or of the striptease for the sad German, or the episode at the filling-station? She sank into a deckchair and closed her eyes against the searing sunlight, her mind dwelling on Philip, fondly. What would he think if he could see his wife at this very moment? Suddenly, these thoughts were driven from her mind as a rough hand plunged down past her face and forced its. 10:30 AMWe had our breakfast and Achmeed asked my husband: "Why do you let other men like Dad and us fuck your wife?"My husband looked me in the eyes and said: "Because she loves it and I'll do ALMOST ANYTHING to keep her happy!"Achmeed kept on, he said: "If I was married I sure wouldn't allow anybody to fuck my wife, THAT IS NOT RIGHT!"My husband looked at him and said: "If it is not right then why are you here?"Achmeed said: "That is quite another matter, it is OK to fuck a whore and your. ............"Oh for fucks sake" said Beatrice, a big girl of twenty years as she queued for a seat on an urgently needed toilet bowl.Sixteen girls of various ages and sizes were straining to shit whilst another sixteen were desperately clenching their asshole sphincters tightly close for fear of shitting themselves."Fuck off Beatrice" said Penelope, a younger slim blonde girl who was poised delicately on the shitter seat. "We all need a crap you daft cunt" Beatrice was nude as were most of the.