Eh?just to be safe?Miraculously, I managed to make it to the bottom with the tray of glasses, without spilling any of them. I brought them into the r...om with what I?m sure was a smug smile. ?Good, now, lay on the ground? Said my father.I groaned. Suddenly everything in the room felt still. I felt my Father bounding toward me. ?I am sick of your SHITY attitude? ?You?re making unreasonable requests? I blurted back. There was a pause. ?First of all, they are not requests, they are orders.. Her anger vented she lay back down, this time resting her head on my lap.'Tell me about you,' she asked.As I told her about my ordinary life I began to finger comb her hair. Coarser than I was used to it was none the less soothing, to both of us. She asked why I'd never married. Usual story I replied, never met the right one. She asked if I'd been with many black women. She seemed surprised when I answered none. I shrugged what's the difference; a woman's a woman. It's like saying there's a. You groan as my lips slide off your cock and I wrap my little mouth right back around your smooth head. Your groans get a little louder, a little longer, as I wiggle my mouth down your thick dick, your head hitting the insides of my cheeks. Digging my nails into your hips, but not holding you, as I pull up just a little and then push back down, further than before. I repeat that small pull back and push down, taking you a little deeper each time until I am almost down your cock. I swallow, my. My blonde hair seemed silkier and shinier and my face was like mine when I was a young boy, only more feminine. I was probably about four feet even and weighed about sixty pounds. I was absolutely tiny. I felt so delicate.I started crying and asked what happened to me."You have been transformed as has your friend. You will soon learn the pleasures of large women, intimately."Aaron saw himself in the mirror and started to cry as well."Don't cry. You will be taken care of here. We have forgiven.