Legend has it that this medallion has the power to change a person's form. Actually, you were very lucky. If Hannah had touched the medallion, the t...o of you would have traded bodies and she would have died of the injuries you sustained in the fall."At hearing this, Hannah sat down on the floor, too weak in the knees to remain standing."As it was," Dr. Jon continued, "Hannah must have touched her bandana to the medallion and that is what caused you to change into her. Now, the way to change. The end always came when I could no longer contain the hardness of mylittle penis inside the tight panties and I would lay on my mother's bedto masturbate.The images that ran through my mind as I pleasured myself were alwayssimilar. Sometimes I imagined that I was an underwear model marching infront of a crowd that looked at me with admiration and desire, but most ofthe times I dreamed that I was my own mother. I imagined myself walkingaround the house half-naked like she used to, or sunbathing. “Meet me at 7.00 for a drink” he had said. She had been there.Where was he.She felt foolish now for waiting an hour and as she watched the singles and couples moving from shop to shop she cursed him for fooling her into thinking she might be half of a couple soon.”Fuck him!” She told herself – “..and not in a good way.”Her own turn of phrase made her giggle and the giggle made her feel a bit better.It was definitely raining more heavily now and people were hurrying into shops that were of no. ..?” I said, looking down at where the strange cock was splitting open my pussy. “Daddy said you could fuck any cock eight inches or less honey, he wants your pussy to still stretch on his nine inches,” she explained. “He knows you’re going to need to be fucked a lot and won’t always be there. It’s Mommy’s job to make sure you’re well fucked all the time.” I gasped in surprise and couldn’t take the pressure on my g-spot anymore, closed my eyes and came. “Fuck yea you’re tight!” the man said.