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2129 lines
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Deanna
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by Laura Leigh
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Wayne headed back toward his hotel room, juggling two cans of soda and
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the ice bucket he had just filled. As he rounded the corner he noticed an
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attractive girl just down the hall, apparently having trouble with her room
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key.
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"Excuse me," she began, looking up. "Could you help me with this?"
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Wayne approached her, happy for the opportunity to help such a pretty
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girl. She was about twenty-three years of age, and dressed sexily as if
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ready for a night out. "I'm so sorry to bother you...I forgot my purse and
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can't get back in."
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He managed to set the ice and drinks on the floor and took the key
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from her. It easily slid into the doorknob lock, and a twist produced a
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distinct click as the door opened.
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"Oh, thank you," she began. "Could you come in for a moment?" Wayne
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suspected that he might have hit the jackpot; he followed her into the room
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and the door closed behind him.
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It was after ten, and dark outside. The room's window curtains were
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open, affording a splendid view of the city. A single light dimly lit the
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room.
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"You deserve a little reward," the girl said, her dress quickly
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dropping to the floor. Wayne stood stunned; he had never found himself in
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this position before. Before he knew it, she stood before him completely
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naked.
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Her body was incredibly beautiful. Her figure and proportions were
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perfect, her breasts large, round, and firm. Wayne felt his cock swelling
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at the sight; it continued to grow as she pulled on a tiny, see-through
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nightie that barely hung to her hips. In seconds, she had stripped him of
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his clothes as he stood there, unbelieving of his good fortune.
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Wayne's cock was at full attention by that point. The girl laid back
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on the bed and spread her legs wide to expose her vagina to him; a wetness
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there glistened in the scant light. She held her arms out toward him,
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beckoning him to come to her.
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"Please...take me," the mysterious girl pleaded. "Hurry...hurry. Get
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it in fast..." Wayne was all to happy to comply. Suddenly, he was atop
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her, the head of his erection pressing against her hot entrance. She
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gripped his sides and pulled, encouraging him, and with a forward motion of
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his hips he slid wetly into her, burying himself within her warmth.
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She smiled as if she had just won a great victory. He began
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rhythmically pumping, driving his erect penis deeper into the girl. "I'm
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going to miss this, you know? It has had its...advantages," she said,
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thrilled at something unknown to him.
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Wayne felt an orgasm build within him. "You going...into a...convent
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or something? I don't...understand."
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"You will, honey. Right about now."
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His orgasm hit hard, slamming his eyes shut. Wayne suddenly felt
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dizzy, as if he had been drugged. He climbed off of the girl and laid
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beside her on the bed. The dizziness intensified.
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His vision blurred. He tried to sit up, but his arms would not obey
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and only fell limply onto his stomach. He fuzzily realized that his
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normally hairy abdomen was now smooth and very soft. Wayne tried to bring
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his hands up to his face, but they ran into something along the way.
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Breasts. His own. The bitch had somehow switched sexes with him,
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leaving him to face life as a girl.
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Wayne had almost instantly developed a bustline of epic proportions. As
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the dizziness lifted, he realized that not only had he become very female,
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but the woman to whom he had been making love had become a strong, virile
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man.
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"What...? What...?" Wayne managed to say, the dizziness almost gone.
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He heard a woman's voice pour from his lips.
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The man began to dress in Wayne's clothes. "So...how did you like
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it?"
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"What...?" Confusion ruled Wayne's mind.
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"Your last fuck as a man. For a while, anyway."
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As his limbs again began to obey him, Wayne managed to sit up. He was
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in total emotional shock, his mind straining to comprehend the events of
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the last few moments. Regaining his balance and his strength, he rushed
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over to the dresser and peered, confused, at the young, vital woman in the
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mirror.
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He had become the gorgeous girl he had been having sex with.
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His soft, rounded figure was voluptuous and firm, with a tiny waist
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and hips that were sensuous and perfect. His huge, supple breasts
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protruded youthfully forward, ending in hard, light brown nipples and
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large, darkened areolas. The forward halves of his breathtaking tits, in a
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tell-tale pattern, were lighter in color than the surrounding tan,
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betraying a past spent tucked into a seductively tiny bikini top -- the
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thin straps of which were also apparent in the deep tan he bore. His hips
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showed the same evidence of days spent in a string bikini bottom, one which
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barely covered his new female crotch and its soft, perfect vagina.
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His long, full mane of gently-curling, honey brown hair flowed upon
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his shoulders. His makeup was artistically done, bringing out every ounce
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of feminine beauty. He wore a heavy coat of a deep wine lipstick, and his
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long, manicured nails were those of a lady, covered with a hard, thick coat
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of frosted wine nail polish. His eyes were dark, soft, and sensuous, and
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spoke of feminine desire rather than male fear.
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"How?" he struggled. "Why did you..."
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"I was asking the same thing, a year ago tonight. A lovely young
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thing got me into bed with her, and suddenly wham! I'm all tits and
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lipstick, and she's suddenly some bald salesman from Chicago."
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Wayne was paralyzed, his gaze and feeble attempts at understanding
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locked upon the girl in the mirror. "But how...?"
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"Beats the hell out of me. Seems to be kind of like a sexual chain
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letter. My doing this to you was nothing personal...it was the only way I
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could get back to my own life."
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"What about my life?!" Wayne demanded. "I can't just walk up to my
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boss and say, 'Hi, it's still me, good 'ol Wayne! Don't mind the
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hooters...I just went to Tits R Us over the weekend.' I was trying for a
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promotion..."
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"Look at the bright side...you can get your promotion for sure,
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now..."
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"What...?"
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"All you have to do is pull down your panties in the boss' office,
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then bend over and wiggle your pussy in his face and beg for cock in a
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little girl voice...I guarantee he'll pork you before you can say 'fuck me,
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Daddy.' Sex with the boss is a tried and true method of career
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advancement."
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Wayne threw a phone book at the man and screamed. "Damn it! I'm not
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a woman!" His bare breasts jiggled hugely and heavily against his chest.
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"I beg to differ. Take inventory."
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"Change me back!"
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"Look...if you can manage to stay a virgin and go for twenty-four
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hours without having an orgasm, you'll be a man again day after tomorrow.
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But I'll warn you...it won't be easy. Somehow, things just seem to happen
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and pow! you're having sex."
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"So what if I do have sex? What then?"
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"Then you're stuck this way for one year. Then, exactly one year from
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tonight, to the minute...and if you still want to...you can return to your
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old body by finding some poor shmuck and passing this on to him by getting
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him to lay you. That's what I did...to you, just now."
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"You couldn't manage to go twenty-four hours without..."
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"It just seemed to happen. And it was worth it...I found out how it
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felt to come when you have a woman's body. Haven't you ever wondered what
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it's like?" He winked, smiling, and reemphasized his point. "It's worth
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it."
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"Well," Wayne determined, "maybe so...but it won't happen to me. I'm
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going back."
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The man gestured toward Wayne's lower abdomen. "You won't be
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disappointed in the way it feels. Try it!"
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"And be stuck this way?!"
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"You'd love it, baby...just make damned sure you don't get pregnant."
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"Preg...pregnant?"
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"Yes, honey. Girls get pregnant. If you get knocked up today or
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tomorrow or anytime before the year is up, you keep the tits and pussy for
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the rest of your life. Period. Forever. Get on the pill or keep condoms
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in your purse...and make the guys use them when they fuck you."
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"Like hell a man's gonna fuck me...!"
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The man finished buttoning his shirt and zipped up his pants. He put
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on Wayne's shoes. "Lighten up. You may even decide you want to stay that
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way."
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"Yeah...right."
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"No...I mean it. It's really nice being a girl. Remember that you
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can keep that body for good by getting laid before tomorrow." He walked
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over to the dresser and opened one of the drawers. "Actually, all it takes
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is an orgasm...you could do it yourself." He indicated the inside of the
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drawer. Wayne took a look.
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It contained several imaginative sex toys all designed for women,
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different types of condoms, a few copies of Playgirl magazine and a tube of
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K-Y jelly.
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"Use these," he suggested, indicating the masturbation objects. He
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picked up the magazines and tossed them onto the bed. "Or meet a nice guy
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and get pregnant. Or don't have sex a year from tonight. Take your pick.
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Any of them'll make you a girl for keeps. By the way, your period starts
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next Thursday."
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Wayne, still in shock, turned toward the man. "What about my clothes?
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You're just going to steal them?"
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"They won't fit you any more, sweetheart. Trust me. You'd never get
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this shirt over those tits, not without popping a few buttons. With that
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figure, you need more...specialized things. Everything in the closet and
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in the dresser drawers is yours."
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"And what do I do? Where do I go...like this?"
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"I'd suggest you get dressed, first. Then check your driver's
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license, the one in your purse. It'll tell you where you live." The man
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stood and looked into the mirror, glad to be himself again. "And three
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words about being out in public...'the ladies room.' It'll get to be habit
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in a few days, after a few unthinking trips into the men's room. Old
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habits are hard to break."
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"But I don't have any money, or..."
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"Look in your purse, honey. Over on the table. You've got thousands
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in the bank, a new car, a nice apartment, and a great job. And your name's
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Deanna Jennifer Morisi. Now, you have the life I've lived for twelve
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months...and I finally get to go back to the one I had before."
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Wayne/Deanna grabbed the man's arm to keep him from leaving.
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"No...you can't leave me like this...I can't live as a girl..."
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"Sure you can. I did. Look...if you decide you want to stay a girl
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but don't like the life I've left you, you can change it. Wish for a life
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as a different woman...but you can only change once, and if you do, it's
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permanent. Good luck...and make sure to leave a good life for the next
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Deanna a year from now." As she held him tight, he dragged the woman
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toward the door. "Have fun."
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"No...no...please...I can't live this way! Please..." He broke the
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girl's grip and opened the door.
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A couple standing across the hall saw the exchange taking place. For
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a moment, the girl they saw stood fully naked in the doorway; realizing,
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Wayne/Deanna tried to hide his naked, female form behind the half-open
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door. The once-again man played to the spectators. "I'm sorry, Deanna...I
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told you I won't leave my wife for you, and I mean it. You're great in
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bed, but..."
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"Damn it! You can't just leave me like this..."
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He walked away as Wayne/Deanna helplessly watched, and was gone. The
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beautiful blond woman in the hall spoke quietly after her husband had gone
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into their room. "You're better off, honey," she said, speaking from
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experience. "I've been there, believe me...loving a married man is asking
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for heartbreak. He may be great in bed, but he isn't worth it."
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Like you have any fucking idea what just happened to me, Wayne/Deanna
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steamed.
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Angry, he/she played the role for the woman. Acting like a rejected
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woman in heat, he/she squeezed his/her voluptuous tits and spoke in a
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lustful moan. "But...I love him! He made me a woman!"
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"Try to get over him, dear..." the woman across the hall recommended.
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Wayne/Deanna looked as sex-hungry as he knew how. "Your husband's a
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real hunk...he could comfort me. Mind if he fucks me in your room? Mine's
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such a mess..."
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The woman slammed her door.
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Scared and totally confused, Wayne/Deanna closed the door and walked
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back into the room. He sat stunned upon the bed, still naked. Just like
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that, his life had utterly changed, down to the most minute detail. He
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just sat there for more than an hour, his mind struggling to adapt to his
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new, impossible situation.
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Gathering his wits, he got the purse and poured its contents onto the
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bed. Lipstick. Powder. A Kotex maxi-pad --
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Oh, man -- my period, he realized. I never in my life thought I'd
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have to worry about my time of the month.
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He opened the ladies' wallet and found Deanna's -- his -- driver's
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license. He read that he was now a twenty-three year old woman who lived
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in an apartment in the expensive part of town. Deanna had credit cards, a
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phone directory, hundreds in cash and a checkbook with a balance of over
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forty thousand dollars.
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Oh, well, Deanna thought. At least I'll be comfortable --
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"No," she thought aloud. "I want to go back." She walked back to the
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mirror in order to familiarize herself with the woman she now was. "I am a
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looker, I'll say that," she said. Standing naked in the room light, she
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scrutinized her new form.
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A woman, and a lovely one. Her breasts danced slightly as she moved,
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tugging strangely at her chest. Deanna cupped her breasts, learning their
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weight and trying to grow accustomed to their feel. She got to know her
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body a little at a time.
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Her legs were long, shapely, and had a silken sheen. Her shiny,
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polished toenails matched her fingernails. Her feet were dainty, her
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ankles small. She noticed she was wearing an ankle bracelet which read
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DEANNA.
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The new woman sat on the edge of the bed and lightly touched her
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unfamiliar sexual arrangement. Her delicate fingers explored the folds of
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her still-wet vagina, gently learning the many erogenous zones that had not
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been there before. She found her clitoris and momentarily massaged it,
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feeling the foundation of an orgasm begin within her. The sensation was
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electric -- like the person who had done this to her, she found herself
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wanting to know sex as a woman. Curious and brave, Deanna suddenly plunged
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a finger into the depth that she had always found on other women, when she
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had been a man.
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The finger disappeared inside; she felt it within her. So this is
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what it's like to have a pussy, she thought. This is what my sister has
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always felt. Well, now I'm a girl, too, just like you, Janet. Won't you
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be surprised to see me this Thanksgiving --
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For a moment, she imagined herself making love to her sister's
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husband. He suddenly struck her as being extremely cute and attractive --
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"No, no, no!" Deanna determined. "I want to be Wayne Driscoll. I
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have a good job, and my last year of college to finish. Get a grip..."
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She decided to lock herself into the hotel room and wait it out, alone.
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As long as she could restrain herself from masturbating to orgasm, she
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would return to her own body the next day. Then, Wayne could head home and
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put this unbelievable event behind him. And who knows, she thought, maybe
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I'll make a better, more sympathetic boyfriend for Carol after this. After
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all -- I've walked a mile in her high-heeled shoes.
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After locking the hotel room door, the still-naked Deanna sat cross-
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legged on the bed, looking across into the dresser mirror. Her own beauty
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captivated her; seeing the gorgeous girl looking back and realizing it was
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she herself was mesmerizing. Trying to divert her attention, she picked up
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one of the Playgirls and began to thumb through its pages.
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Deanna was halfway through the magazine when she realized how
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attractive the men in its pages had become to her. She was viewing them
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with a woman's eye, a woman's desires. She felt a wonderful feeling swell
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within her abdomen, one new to her. It quickly rose until her breathing
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became heavy and erratic --
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No! Just in time, Deanna realized that she had been fingering her
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clitoris in response to the gorgeous male images. The rising orgasm within
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her ceased just short of climax and, angry at herself, Deanna stood and
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began to pace. "Damned idiot! Do you want to stay this way?" She threw
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the magazine into the corner. "Keep your fucking hands off your pussy!"
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She decided that the only safe way to wait was to go to sleep. It was
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late anyway, and she was quite tired. The transformation had been
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draining. Deanna slid into bed, feeling her smooth skin against the cool
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sheets. In moments, she fell asleep.
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Something soon woke her up.
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Deanna opened her eyes. In the dimly lit room, she could make out the
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forms of two men, over near the dresser. One of them turned to look at
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her; both wore ski masks.
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"Damn it! She's awake!" one said, rifling Deanna's purse and finding
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the cash there. "Jackpot, man...check it out!"
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Deanna sat upright. Unused to covering herself, she let the sheets
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fall to her lap, exposing her huge breasts to the men.
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"Oh, man...I got to get me some of that," one of the men said, seeing
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her tits. "How about you?"
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The other man answered by unbuckling his pants. "Me first."
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Deanna realized that she was about to be raped.
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And being raped meant staying a woman for at least a year.
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She reached for the phone, but one of the two men cut her off and
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threw her back onto the bed. "Naughty bitch..." he said, slapping her down
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and ripping the phone cord out of the wall. "Scream and you die...why
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don't you just lie back and have a good time, baby? Make it easy on
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yourself."
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Both men had removed their pants and were slipping out of their
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briefs. Deanna saw their penises hanging down, already growing with
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anticipation. The men were black -- and very well endowed. Deanna, while
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she was still Wayne, had never seen a black man naked. The stories were
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true -- their cocks were enormous.
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"I want a little pussy...how about you?" one man asked the other.
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"You'll get one, hon," Deanna said, her meaning hidden.
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"I love white pussy," the other man said. "Had it once. Sweet as
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sugar."
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They pulled the sheets away, leaving her totally naked before them.
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"Please..." Deanna pleaded. "I can't...you don't understand..." She was
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on the verge of tears.
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"Shut up, bitch!" one of the men said, grabbing her ankles and
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spreading her legs apart. Deanna fought, but the men quickly had her
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pinned, her thighs spread wide. Her vagina, wet and inviting, was utterly
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vulnerable.
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Their erections had reached full size. Deanna was stunned at the
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immensity of the rigid organs before her eyes. One of the men pulled a
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knife.
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"Relax, bitch. We're going to get this over with quick. You get to
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take care of us both at the same time."
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"Yeah," the other man chided in. "Ever tasted a black man's dick,
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girl?"
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Deanna wanted to scream, but the knife flashing in the light made her
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think better of it. There was nothing she could do but let it happen --
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and hope she did not reach orgasm.
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One of the men, the one who seemed to be the leader, leaned toward her
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face, the head of his cock against her cheek. It was hot and ready. "Lick
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it, bitch. Suck it. Make it slippery for me." Deanna opened her mouth --
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what else could she do? -- and let the man slide his hard penis into her
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mouth. Repulsed at first, she forced herself to create as much saliva as
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possible and sucked the cock for a few moments.
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"Good, baby," he said. He pulled out of her mouth and took position
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between her legs. Deanna felt his cock press insistently against her
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still-virgin opening. She involuntarily tightened her vaginal muscles as
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if to keep him out.
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"I said, relax." She did. In seconds, he pushed his hips relentlessly
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forward and sank his enormous cock into her. Deanna clenched her teeth;
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the pain was intense as the massive cock stretched her vagina. "Nice and
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tight...I think we got us a virgin pussy, here." The second man laughed.
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"No...please..." Deanna begged. The man's only response was to push
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harder; finally, his long, hard penis was buried up to the hilt inside the
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woman. He began to pump in and out.
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A man is fucking me, she tried to realize. I've got a pussy, and some
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black bastard's going to come inside it.
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She felt something against her cheek, and realized that the other man
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was wanting her to take his stiff organ into her mouth. Not that too, she
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begged silently. On hands and knees he straddled her face; his black cock
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went into her mouth and pressed into her throat.
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Deanna helplessly began to suck. He mouth-fucked her, driving his
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hips as if his penis were in her pussy instead. She was powerless against
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the two men. Deanna felt the man's balls press against her chin with each
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stroke of his hips; she tightly held her lips around his huge shaft,
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tickling the the intruder with her tongue.
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"I want to hear you enjoying this, bitch," the man in her mouth said.
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Deanna, fearing for her life, began to moan sensuously as if she couldn't
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get enough of the cock's taste. "Listen...she likes it," the rapist said.
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"Hold me around the waist...pull me into your mouth. You want it...let me
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hear you want it."
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"Mmmmmm..." she continued, moaning with pleasure as if she were
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enjoying something delicious. The wet sound of her lips and tongue upon
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his erect member was exciting to the man; he grew even harder in her mouth.
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She reached up and put her hands firmly on the man's hairy buttocks, and
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with each thrust of his hips Deanna pulled down as if to make him drive
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harder. The musky smell of the man's crotch was strangely erotic to
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Deanna, and something within her liked having her nose pressed into his
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pubic hair, liked the slap of his hairy testicles against her smooth chin.
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The other man continued to pound into her vagina; Deanna felt the pain
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diminish and disappear -- her pussy had stretched to accomodate the huge,
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piston-like cock. With the pain gone, the pleasure building within her
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grew as her clitoris continued to feel the huge cock rubbing against it.
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The mere fact that she was being penetrated by a man intensified her
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pleasure, somehow.
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The woman she had become felt free at last.
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An enemy appeared, more dangerous than either of these two men.
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Deanna felt an orgasm building within her, more quickly now than when she
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had inadvertently masturbated before.
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As the two cocks pumped fasted and harder into her, Deanna knew she
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was in serious danger of coming. She hoped that the men would reach climax
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before she did, knowing that their doing so meant they would come in her
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mouth and pussy.
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If she did not get pregnant, she would be home free. She hoped she
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would not gag on the come in her throat.
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The men began to pump harder, and their breathing deepened. "Take it,
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bitch...it's all you're good for. You're my sex bitch, now...I'll fuck
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your ass anytime I want, and you'll like it..."
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"Suck it," the other man said. "Make me come in your mouth. And if
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you don't swallow every drop, I'm gonna cut you."
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Deanna knew they would come any second. Trying to help them hurry,
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she sucked harder on the penis in her mouth and tightened her vaginal
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muscles around the hard, slippery black cock penetrating her body.
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She felt her own orgasm building -- and realized with horror that
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being raped was sexually exciting to her. Knowing that two strangers were
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having their way with her by force added to the intensity of her swelling
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climax. It was a race to see who would come first. If they did, perhaps
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they would pull out in time for her to avoid --
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Too late.
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Ecstasy gripped Deanna's lower muscles; they spasmed, locking around
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the man's cock, then pushed hard as if to give birth. She felt the
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intensity of a woman's orgasm as it filled her body, spreading until it had
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electrified every feminine nerve. She wanted to cry out, but the cock in
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her mouth would not allow that; Deanna felt something flood from her.
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She came. Hot, womanly fluids gushed from her pussy, lubricating her
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deeply and inviting the man's cock to deliver its creamy payload. Her eyes
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were shut tight by the overwhelming pleasure that owned her.
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She was irreversibly committed to at least one year of womanhood, now.
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Before her orgasm subsided, the man in her mouth tensed and a shower of
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thick, salty come filled her throat. It backed up into her mouth, and she
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swallowed hard in order not to choke. The throbbing penis kept on and on,
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spraying its load into her mouth, then finally weakened and began to
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shrink. Deanna felt it grow smaller and softer between her lips, though it
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was still quite a mouthful.
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The other man came, as well. Driving deep, he forced his white jism
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into her as his own orgasm filled his body. After a few more feeble
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thrusts, his cock shrank back and he pulled it out of her.
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"That was good, baby," the man who had been atop her said. "We'll let
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you live -- be a shame to waste a lay like you." The men were satisfied.
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She had taken them both, however unwillingly, and she had taken the best
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they had to offer. A slight dribble of semen ran from the corner of her
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mouth.
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Maybe this could be fun, she found herself thinking. I'll give these
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bastards a taste of their own medicine.
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Deanna wiped away the last bit of sticky semen on her lips with her
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middle finger, then with both men watching she sucked those few drops of
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come and moaned with pleasure. "Not bad, boys," she said, smiling
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seductively. "But I've got a little surprise for you."
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As Deanna watched, the men lost their balance and fell back, each
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falling onto one of the room's two beds. "I hope you weren't too fond of
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your dicks," she said, rising and walking toward the dresser. "In a few
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minutes, you won't have them any more. That doesn't mean you won't be able
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to fuck anymore...but from now on, you'll be on the bottom..."
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"Crazy bitch..." one of the men said, panic in his voice. They were
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too dizzy to move and helplessly lied there, propping themselves up by one
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arm as they attempted to sit up. Gasping for air, both men pulled off
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their ski masks.
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"She poisoned us, man..." one of them concluded. "Somehow, the bitch
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poisoned us! We're dying..."
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"No, honey. Not dying," Deanna reassured him. "Just...starting
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over."
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As Deanna watched in fascination, the men's bodies began to transform
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as if they were being resculpted by unseen hands. Their body and facial
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hair disappeared into thin air, leaving only smooth, supple skin in its
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place. Their features changed, becoming soft and pretty with full, sexy
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|
lips and perfect complexions. Their cheekbones became prominent, and their
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eyebrows grew thin and classically shaped.
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Their black hair began to grow thicker and longer, creating tousled,
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|
curly manes that framed their faces in an attractive, softly feminine
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|
style. One of the men had been balding, but no longer had to worry about
|
|
that -- the dense, luxurious hair of a woman suddenly flowed from his
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scalp.
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"You look like a sister," one of them observed, seeing the change in
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his partner. "And your mustache is gone. What the hell is this...?" he
|
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wondered aloud, confused and frightened. "What's happening...what are you
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doing to us?!" he fearfully begged Deanna.
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"Isn't it obvious, girls?" she calmly said to him.
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The other man began to cry, his mind horrified at the thought of the
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cruel magic that was seemingly, impossibly, reshaping his flesh. Fearing
|
|
the worst, he reached down to his crotch and hoped for a reassurance that
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he was wrong.
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He was too late. His trembling hands found only smooth, ambiguous
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|
contours, devoid of any sexual configuration. His had become a sexless
|
|
body, if only momentarily, for his testicles were gone and his once-proud
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|
penis had already withdrawn into his body as it continued its
|
|
transformation into the clitoris it would have been -- and was about to be.
|
|
He struggled to cry out, his voice cracking as it rose to a feminine pitch.
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"My...my cock...it's gone...!"
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One of the two men reached up and lightly ran his fingertips along his
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jawline. He did not find the beard stubble and razor bumps with which he
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|
had grown so familiar -- instead, his touch found a velvety softness, that
|
|
of skin that had been pampered and moisturized for years. Skin that had
|
|
never known a beard, but had instead spent a lifetime under the influence
|
|
of estrogen. Skin that carried the faint perfume of foundation and pressed
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powder.
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He then noticed his nails.
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They had magically reached the incredibly sexy length of two inches,
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|
were perfectly manicured, and were coated with hard, thick, glossy burgundy
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nail polish. The other man realized that he, too, had acquired equally
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feminine fingertips, and he held his hands before his eyes in astonishment.
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|
The light danced against their beautiful new nails as the rapidly
|
|
transforming men moved their delicate fingers. The burgundy polish also
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graced their pedicured toenails, adding a dash of playful color at the tips
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of their small, feminine toes.
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The first man had noticed his nails only, at first, but he quickly
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realized that his fingers, hands and wrists themselves had become smaller
|
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and more delicate than before. "Look at my hands, man...!" he said,
|
|
unbelieving. "I've got hands like Mama's...and my feet are smaller..."
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They could not know that they both already had fully functional
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ovaries that were pumping incredible amounts of female hormones into their
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bloodstreams. The dewy sheen of sweat glistened upon their ebony skin,
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emphasizing their rapidly developing, womanly curves. Their muscle mass
|
|
melted away as their bodies continued to soften, and they felt their T-
|
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shirts grow uncomfortably tight in the chest. Looking down, they saw the
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impossible.
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Blossoming flesh pressed against the flimsy fabric of their straining
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shirts as their breasts, which had been so unfairly neglected during the
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male puberties of the two men, at last received the hormonal signals they
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had for years awaited. Finally free to reach full female potential, their
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mammaries joyously embraced the functional maturity so long denied them.
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Complete milk glands and ducts developed and their areolas and nipples
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enlarged, all to proportions voluptuously befitting the female form.
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"Fucking bitch!" one of them shrieked at Deanna in a voice that, with
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each spoken syllable, was settling more and more into that of a woman. He
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pressed hard against his breasts with the palms of both hands as if to
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prevent his already generous bustline from getting any larger. "I'll kill
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you..." He tried to reach for his knife, but his body would not obey him
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and he fell helplessly against the mattress. Deanna knew it would still be
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a few minutes before the dizziness lifted, allowing the two rapists to
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regain their coordination.
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"Here, now," Deanna said, casually walking over to them. She picked up
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the knife and carried it over to the hotel window, where she dropped it
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into an abandoned alley below. Returning to the beds and the rapidly
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developing women, she spoke in a very girl-to-girl tone. "Oh, ladies,
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let's get these off of you," she said, indicating their T-shirts. "You'll
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be so much more comfortable without them."
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One at a time, she helped the developing women sit up straight. As
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she pulled the barely-men's shirts up and off, dark, colossal breasts fell
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free. Now completely formed, the enormous beauties jutted proudly outward
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in all their soft, female glory from the smooth, hairless skin of the men's
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chests. The men's eyes filled with horror at the sight of the womanly
|
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magnificence that had become their own.
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One of the men, in emotional shock, brought his new hands up under his
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chest and cradled his huge breasts in them. His unbelieving eyes could
|
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only stare, filled with the sight of their female immensity. His enormous
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tits were firm and rather football-shaped, ending in rounded points, and
|
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they jutted youthfully outward without sagging against his stomach. Their
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distinctive contours were sharply defined by the glossy, dewlike sheen of
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sweat upon them. Their weight pulled heavily against his chest and
|
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shoulders in a manner he could never have described. His nipples had grown
|
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huge and hard, as big as his thumb, and they ached as if straining to
|
|
become still larger.
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The man recognized his impressive breasts as being like those of his
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mother and sister, for they were almost identical to theirs in shape but
|
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larger in size. He was rapidly becoming the woman he genetically would
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have been, had he not suffered the Y-chromosome.
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"Look at me..." he whispered, stunned by disbelief. He looked at
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Deanna. "My tits...my tits are..."
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"Very attractive, actually," Deanna said approvingly. "You've been
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blessed by the titty fairy, dear. There are lots of women out there who
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spend thousands of dollars just to get nice big breasts like yours. You
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should be thrilled."
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"I can't have tits! I'm a man...!"
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"No, no, honey. Men don't have tits like those. Men have ugly dicks
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and body hair and all kinds of nasty things. You don't. Don't be silly."
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His breasts felt heavy and foreign, and were so large that they
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protruded almost eight inches outward from his chest. Fully supporting one
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with a single hand was impossible; almost half of each breast hung forward
|
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over the sides of his palms. He was badly in need of a bra, despite his
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bustline's firmness.
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He gently squeezed his breasts. The impressive forms of his womanly
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tissue nestled warmly into his girlish hands, and he was mesmerized by
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their soft bulk as their supple mass bulged slightly between his spread
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fingers. He lifted their tips upward and saw that his areolas were large
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and dark and almost three inches in width.
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"You certainly have been blessed, haven't you?" Deanna commented. As the
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new woman tried to soak in the enormity of the revelation, Deanna smiled
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widely. "Your old life has been erased. This is your reality, now and for
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the rest of your life.
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Their dense jungles of beautiful hair finally stopped growing at an
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incredible, sexy length and fullness, hanging all the way down their smooth
|
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backs and reaching as wide as their shoulders. The shiny, curling black
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locks softly and sensuously moved as they tossed their heads. It was hair
|
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like that of women who had just gotten out of bed following a night of
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passionate sex.
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One of the men, in absolute shock, looked down at his abundant
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breasts. The other man, almost completely female himself, speechlessly
|
|
stared at the woman his longtime friend had become. He watched as the
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impossibly transformed man regained his equilibrium and stood up, not
|
|
without some effort, to look into the mirror. The beautiful vision of
|
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African-American womanhood walked over to the room's vanity and found his
|
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reflection there. The image was that of a perfect lady, whose large
|
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bustline, tiny waist and rounded, shiny ass combined to create a luscious
|
|
figure that was drenched in pure female sexuality.
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"You're about as different a person as you could have become...no part
|
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of your life will be like it was before," Deanna stated. "How do you like
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it?"
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He took a seat at the vanity and peered into the deep, crystal eyes of
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the woman in the mirror. They sparkled with a seductive softness that
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would bring any man to his knees. After scanning the vanity top for a
|
|
moment, he reached down among the perfumes and cosmetics and picked up a
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lipstick. For a moment he held it in his feminine hands, his long, perfect
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burgundy nails against the hard plastic of its purple casing. As he opened
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the tube and removed its cap, his friend spoke up.
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"Are you out of your mind, man?" he asked, virtually female himself.
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The new woman twisted the base of the lipstick tube and watched the
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colored stick rise from it. Slowly, looking in the mirror, he touched it
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to his lower lip and began to glide it from side to side as he had seen so
|
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many women do, leaving a deep, pearly gloss of gorgeous burgundy in its
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wake. Then, as his friend stared wide-eyed, he applied the lipstick to his
|
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upper lip, beginning in the middle on either side and carrying the color to
|
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the outer corners of his full lips. He loved its feminine scent.
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His friend was near hysterics. "Man...stop it! Don't give in!"
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But it was too late. The young lady loved the feminine face in the
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mirror. "We're women," he answered in a purely feminine tone, stroking on
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a thick coat of mascara and accepting his new form with open arms.
|
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Finishing his lashes, he set down the mascara tube and teased his dense,
|
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glistening mane with his long fingernails. He smiled a pretty smile. "We
|
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should act like women."
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"I told you! I ain't no sister!" His denial in the face of the
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change his body had undergone was incredible.
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"I am," the woman answered. "And I like it." He applied eyeliner as
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his friend watched helplessly.
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"This ain't happening," his friend hoped loudly and frantically.
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"It's a fuckin' nightmare!"
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"Look at yourself," the glowing mother said, her gaze transfixed by
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the pretty young woman in the mirror. "Look at me..." He happily finished
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with deep eye shadows and blush. "I'm beautiful." He had become she.
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She set the blush brush down and put a hand to her crotch; she knew
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she had to have something between her naked thighs that was very different
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from the cock she had grown up with. Touching her pubic hair, she slowly
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slid her fingertips downward in anxious anticipation of the female treasure
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below. She felt a warm, supple mound, and as she continued her fingertips
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slid onto a soft, moist valley.
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Her fingers gently traced the shape of her new, very female genital
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mound. She enjoyed the smooth folds of the soft, vaginal configuration
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that nestled between her legs. It was just what she had wanted to find
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there, now, considering the other monumental changes in her physical form.
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She smiled.
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"Mmmmmm," she moaned in satisfaction. "Perfect."
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The other new girl fought hard. "You're crazy...I'm goin' back to who I
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was before, somehow..." Still in denial, he, too, reached down to his
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crotch, slowly and fearfully. He recognized the moist, familiar shape that
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had formed there, in the flatness between his smooth thighs. He sat
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quietly for several minutes, coming to grips with his situation.
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Deanna picked up the phone and dialed a number she knew very well. After
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giving her hotel name and room number, she smiled and hung up. "How about
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a little party, girls?" she asked.
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The reluctant transsexual caressed his breasts and smooth thighs for a
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moment. Then, he looked at Deanna with eyes that sparkled with the love of
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being female. In a voice that had become permanently feminine -- very,
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very feminine, with a babyish, little girl sweetness -- he calmly spoke,
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seemingly resigned to the situation.
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"I...I've got nice tits."
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"Yes, sweetheart, you do."
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"And a pussy, like my Mama's."
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"Of course, honey," Deanna said. "All women do."
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His friend smiled. She held out a tube of lipstick and opened it,
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twisting the tube up and ready. "Here...you'll love it. You're so
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pretty...come on, girl."
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He knew that something inside him wanted to wear the lipstick.
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And high heels. And a bra. And panties, under the slinkiest, sexiest
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dress he could get his hands on. He wanted to wiggle his new, rounded ass
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in the faces of men and have them knock him down and fuck him until he
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couldn't walk.
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All denial finally fled away as his mind embraced its new programming
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and its new body. "Women..." he quietly repeated in his baby girl voice.
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The word grew more wonderful as he spoke it. "I'm a woman...a real
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woman..."
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"Yes!" his friend happily said.
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He slowly walked over to the vanity and took the lipstick from his friend.
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Bending over to peer into the mirror, his heart pounding, he put it to his
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lips and covered them artistically with a heavy coat of shiny burgundy
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frost.
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And she smiled. The metamorphosis was complete. The former rapists were
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completely, eternally, and almost excessively women now.
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"There," Deanna said approvingly, stroking their hair. "Isn't that so
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much nicer? Soft, and clean, and smooth...these bodies are such an
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improvement over those crude things you had before." She stroked her own
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breasts. "No sane person, given a choice, would ever choose to be a man."
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Deanna realized that she had just made a choice.
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Every breath they would ever draw for the rest of their lives would fill
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female chests, lifting breastbones hidden behind the soft, full flesh of
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their large, luxurious breasts. Every word of passion they would ever
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speak would pass between female lips coated with dark lipstick and into the
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ears of those horny men atop them, whose long, hard penises would be buried
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deep between their smooth, shaved legs. Something deep inside them loved
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their new existence, and that something had just finished wiping their male
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egos from existence.
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Both women lightly sprayed themselves with expensive perfume and
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momentarily gloried in the feminine aura that permeated them. One opened a
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jewelry box and withdrew a pearl necklace; the other found a tiny heart-
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shaped locket on a delicate gold chain and draped it around her slender
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neck. Their ears, suddenly pierced, became adorned with large, dangling,
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hoop earrings. Deanna walked toward them from the closet, bringing with
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her two pairs of shiny, sexy black pumps with five-inch high heels. The
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new women slipped their tiny feet into the sensuous shoes and loved the
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look they gave their long, smooth, sleek legs. The high heels were the
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only clothes the black ladies wore.
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The three women looked upon each other for a moment, joyously
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appreciating the fact of their glorious gender. For all of them, life now
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meant makeup, high heels, pregnancy, and motherhood. Physical sex for them
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now meant yielding themselves passively and utterly by lying on their
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backs, spreading their legs wide, and letting naked men ram their long,
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hard cocks into their hot, wet pussies -- leaving themselves helplessly
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pinned to a mattress by the weight of the hairy, musky male flesh atop
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them.
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The thought excited them.
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Every possible facet of their daily existences had forever crossed over
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the impassable boundary between the sexes, and during every minute of every
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day they would henceforth live as women. It took them a moment to soak
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that in. The ebony-skinned ladies realized that they wouldn't go back to
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being men, now, even if they could. Being a woman was too -- wonderful.
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A few, final elements of self-identity fell into place, leaving the dark,
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gorgeous ladies totally mentally reprogrammed for their soft, new sex.
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Their attitudes, their thought processes, their sex drives, and every
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behavioral facet, however subtle, had become utterly female.
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Totally in love with her new body, the second woman to accept her new
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self sat back onto a bed, transfixed by the look of her long, shiny legs
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with her feet in the sexy shoes. Her huge breasts lied heavily and
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joyously against her chest as she leaned way back and held one leg straight
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out, high in the air, enjoying the way the light slid along her silken
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skin. She did not realize that her intelligence level had dropped
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considerably, leaving her the black equivalent of the classic dumb blond.
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Her facial expressions and tiny voice were like those of a small child.
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"Oh, yessss..." she said sexily, running a hand along her soft inner
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thighs as she caressed her gorgeous legs. "These legs'll get me any man I
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want...they'll all be dying to slide their hands up these thighs, wanting
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to finger this hot, wet pussy." She giggled. "A different cock inside me
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every day...maybe two or three, even...oooooooh..."
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As the two women sat on the edges of the two beds, they spread their
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silken thighs wide and proudly showed each other their reborn sexuality.
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They found that the sparse pubic hair of women grew between their legs, of
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course, cradling folds of soft, uniquely female flesh. One spread her
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dark, smooth legs even wider and pressed her palms against the insides of
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her warm thighs at the point where they emerged from her body. Managing to
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see beyond her enormous breasts, she saw that her hands, with their long,
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polished nails, framed a normal, healthy vagina; she gently pulled to the
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sides, spreading her vaginal lips wide and exposing the inner folds that
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guarded her warm, wet opening.
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Spreading the lips even wider with her fingers, she bravely pressed
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her right middle finger against the puckered opening. The other woman
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watched excitedly as a burgundy fingernail disappeared into her friend.
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Continuing to push, the woman felt a moist warmth surround her finger.
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The finger vanished inside of her until it was buried up to the
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knuckle. She wiggled it and felt it moving inside her. She loved the
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feeling of having something in her vagina and squealed with female delight
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in her babyish voice.
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"I want to be fucked so bad..." she moaned, her hot pussy aching to be
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filled. "If only there was a man here..." She begged Deanna. "Call room
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service...get me a bellboy or somebody to fuck! Anybody!"
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"Yes, ladies..." Deanna calmed her. "That's been taken care of."
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With wide eyes, the black ladies took turns looking at their reflections.
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Their eyes then fell upon each other's forms once again and they drank in
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the sight of each other's womanly lines and enormous, double-D cup breasts.
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It was true -- they were breathtakingly beautiful. Their firm, dark skin
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flowed in tight, gorgeous curves. The light danced in sleek ribbons along
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their long, silky, shiny legs. They were awed by their own loveliness;
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never had either seen women as perfect and voluptuous as they themselves
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now were.
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"By the way...since you were born girls, now, you naturally have
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girl's names. You're Shanessa," Deanna began, "and you're Jocelyn." The
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two smiled and nodded approvingly.
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"I like 'Jocelyn,'" she said, giggling and jiggling her breasts.
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"That's what my tits are doin'."
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"Girl, you got that right," Shanessa said. The two girls sat down
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next to each other on the same bed, then each reached out and touched the
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other's supple flesh. They loved having the same soft smoothness they had
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felt on other women.
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"Yes, girls," Deanna said victoriously. "Like you said, you're just
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like your mamas, now. You're women for the rest of your lives, just as if
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you'd been born that way."
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They smiled, their eyes twinkling with delight. Just then, there was
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a knock upon the door. Deanna answered, admitting two gorgeous black men
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into the room. "Girls," she began, "your 'escorts' are here."
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"Fuck me, baby," Shanessa squealed, choosing one of the two studs. In
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seconds, the horny girl had stripped him of his clothes and was pulling him
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atop her on one of the room's beds. Guiding his erection into her anxious
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vagina, Shanessa stroked his buttocks until he had penetrated her fully and
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was pumping hard into her warm wetness.
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"Fuck Mama...that's right...faster. Yes...fuck Mama good...suck Mama's
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tits...yes, baby...oooooh, yes!" His lubricated cock moved harder and
|
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faster against her clit, bringing her to the edge of ecstasy.
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Just as involved with her own lover was Jocelyn. "Please...oh, baby...make
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me feel it..." Her little girl voice was erotic. "Fuck me, baby...fuck
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me! Make me a woman...yes! Yes! Ooooooooh..."
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Deanna imagined herself in bed with the husband of the woman across the
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hotel hallway. "Oh, yes, baby," she moaned, "Make me forget that bastard!
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Fuck me...hurry, before your wife gets back! Oooooh...faster..." She
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wiggled her hips as she rubbed her clit, feeling her orgasm build.
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"Harder...ooooh, good, baby...your wife's so lucky to have your cock to
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herself..." Deanna rotated her hips and simulated the motion of taking a
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cock deep. She cried out, "Hurry...she's coming! Your wife's coming..."
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Her voice dropped into a seductive, low moan. "I'm...coming..."
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She brought herself to orgasm.
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Deanna, her own pussy gushing its female fluids, struggled to watch
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the other ladies' eyes shut tight as waves of intense female pleasure
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washed through their bodies. Pinned beneath their men, the women held
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their breath and Deanna saw their lower bodies tense as hot, clear come
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poured from their pussies. Their orgasms had come almost simultaneously.
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The beautiful black women moaned and smiled erotically as their climaxes
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subsided. Their womanly juices flowed down the insides of their thighs,
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shining in the lamplight of the room.
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"Now...doesn't that beat the hell out of anything you ever felt
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before?" Deanna asked, smiling.
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"Oh, girl..." Shanessa began. "It's like I'm alive for the first time
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in my life."
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As Deanna slipped into a bra, she watched the women caress the hard
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bodies of their lovers. The erotic sight of the women she had made
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fucking these men struck Deanna -- it was something she would remember for
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a long time.
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Deanna pulled on a low-cut red dress and quickly ran a brush through
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her sex-mussed hair. As the ebony sisters renewed their intercourse,
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Deanna slipped into a pair of red pumps and walked over to Shanessa.
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"Have fun, girls," Deanna said, smiling. "Clothes for you both are in
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the closet. There's still makeup on the vanity if you need to freshen up,
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and a couple of purses with a little money in them for you in the top left
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dresser drawer."
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After picking up her purse and taking one last look into the mirror,
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Deanna left the two ladies alone to carry on. "Bye bye, girls."
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"Bye, honey," Shanessa said. "Thank you." Jocelyn was too lost in
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pleasure to respond.
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Deanna closed the door behind her. Down the hallway, in the distance,
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she saw the woman from across the hall get onto the elevator wearing her
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swimsuit and a towel.
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She won't be back for a little while, Deanna thought --
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The pumping cock brought Jocelyn to orgasm, one even more intense than
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that she had felt earlier. Jocelyn's steaming pussy juices soaked the
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man's pubic hair. The musty, arousing scent of sex filled the air.
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For more than an hour the women and their escorts continued their
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orgy. The girls had, however accidently, discovered a life that they loved
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beyond any they had ever known. Their joyous, wet pussies filled them with
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electric pleasure as they were filled with the hard, rigid cocks of the
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gorgeous black men.
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Meanwhile, Deanna knocked lightly on the door across the hall. After
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a moment, the man she had seen earlier answered.
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"Yes, Miss?"
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Deanna acted like a lost little girl, playing to the man's macho self-
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image. "I'm sorry to bother you, but I just saw your wife leave..."
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"She went down to take a dip in the pool. She'll be back after an
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hour or so. Do you want me to give her a message?"
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"Yes," she said in a sexy whisper. "Tell her I want her husband to
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fuck me." To the man's surprise, Deanna pushed her way into the room and
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reached down to put her hand on his crotch. She could feel that an
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erection was already building within the man's gray slacks. It moved
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against Deanna's hand as it grew; its rising life made her heart leap with
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the excitement of being a woman who had such an effect on men.
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"What's your name, honey?" she asked sexily.
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"Uh...Reed."
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"I'm lonely, Reed honey," Deanna pleaded girlishly, stroking his
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chest. "Can I stay for a little while?" Looking down the hall to make
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sure no one saw, he closed the hotel room door and walked over to her.
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Standing near the foot of the bed, Deanna kissed him sensuously.
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"Okay, Reed honey. You just relax, and let Deanna show you a good
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time." Deanna knew the man could do anything but relax; his erection
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threatened to rip open a pants seam. Deanna laid her purse on the dresser.
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"I...I shouldn't...I only make love to my wife. I'm faithful..."
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"No problem, honey. I'm your wife...and my hot pussy wants to feel my
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husband's cock inside it. Just close your eyes and everything'll be fine."
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The married man took off his clothes in record time.
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Deanna turned away and held up her hair so the man could unzip her
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dress. The man was ready, obviously; a full two inches of his erection
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protruded above the elastic waistband of his briefs.
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As she felt her zipper loosen, Deanna turned back to face the man.
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Her eyes fixed upon the man's bulging member; she found herself wanting it
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inside her. Her nipples were hard beneath the fabric of the dress.
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She dropped to her knees before the man, coming face to face with the
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excited cock. Deanna pulled Reed's underwear down to his knees and the
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stiff, engorged penis dropped forward, stopping only a fraction of an inch
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from Deanna's frosted wine lips. "My," she said. "Aren't we a big,
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healthy boy."
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Deanna opened her mouth, and with a horny woman's excitement she
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reached out with a warm tongue and licked away the drop of seminal fluid
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that had built at the tip of the man's shaft.
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Reed gently held the sides of Deanna's head as the woman took the
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waiting penis into her mouth, working its head like a popsicle. Trying to
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remember what had once felt good to her, Deanna gently sucked and swirled
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her tongue against its tip, taking more and more of the excited organ into
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her mouth with each bob of her head. Deanna gently massaged Reed's
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testicles as they hung down behind the swollen cock, and felt them become
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firmer and cooler at her touch. She felt her vagina growing warmer and
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wetter with each suck of the stiff rod.
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And some girls get paid for this, Deanna thought.
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She began to gently tickle the man's balls with her long nails. Reed
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moaned, nearing the point of no return. Deanna pulled the cock out of her
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mouth and held its long shaft in one hand, licking its head like an ice
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cream cone. The veined goliath was drenched in her saliva, adding the
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lubrication that would come into play at any moment. The penis grew
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hotter. Harder. Deanna began to taste salt.
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She rose and immediately let her dress fall to the floor. Deanna's
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enviable breasts with their hard, erect nipples bounced teasingly as she
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stepped out of the evening dress, leaving her only in her bra, panties,
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garter belt and stockings, and black high heels. The tight black grip of
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the garter belt around Deanna's middle emphasized the luxury of her
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bustline above and smooth mound below. Reed pulled down her bra cups to
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expose both breasts, then caressed her erect nipples for the few moments it
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took for his aching cock to reach full size.
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Reed anxiously guided the woman onto the bed. Deanna eased onto her
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back on the soft mattress and let the man pull away her panties. Legs
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bent, the woman then spread her thighs as wide as she could and pulled her
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knees up, exposing her naked, craving pussy full and wide in order to
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playfully tease the excited man.
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"Wouldn't you like to eat your wife's hot, wet pussy, dear?" Deanna
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asked sexily. Reed responded immediately by dropping to his knees at the
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foot of the bed and pressing his face into the wanting vagina.
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Deanna's head dropped back, her eyes closed in deep pleasure. Her
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network of female nerves glowed and electrified with the pleasure signals
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arising from the stimulation of her pussy, and she wanted more. The man's
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tongue lovingly explored every secret corner of the woman's flower,
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centering every few moments on the one spot that was most sensitive of all.
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"Ooooh, yes," Deanna moaned. "Yes...eat my pussy...oh, baby...stick
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your tongue deep into my hot pussy..." It was wondrous. "Suck my clit,
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baby...lick my clit..."
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Deanna felt a swell of pleasure and knew that Reed had indeed focused
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his attention upon her clitoris, sucking and orally massaging it with an
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experienced tongue. Squeezing her tender breasts together with her upper
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arms, Deanna reached down between her legs, tangled her fingers in Reed's
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hair, and pressed the man's face more firmly into the hot well of female
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sexual pleasure. The man, encouraged to increase the level of his oral
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manipulation, rubbed his face harder into Deanna's womanhood and heard the
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woman moan ever more loudly as he continued. An intensity was building
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within her, and she knew that orgasm would soon follow.
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"Ooooh...do it now...fuck me now...stick it in my pussy..." Deanna
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said, asking a man for sex for the first time. Her breathing grew sharper,
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more erratic. "Fill me with your cock and fuck me the way a man should
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fuck his wife..."
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Reed looked down and watched as the woman reached out and massaged his
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rigid, anxious cock with K-Y jelly; he thought he might come right then,
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but managed to resist, wanting to stay erect. He stroked the inside of
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Deanna's thigh and the woman immediately spread her silken legs wide, feet
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high in the air, to form a wide letter 'V'. The man rose to his feet,
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gripping one of Deanna's ankles in each hand. She reached down and
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hungrily guided its hot and slippery cock toward the wet deepness that
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awaited it; for a moment, its head pressed against her vaginal lips
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teasingly -- then Reed pushed his hips forward and slid into her.
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It began. Married man and novice woman, their flesh as one, the
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massive penis slowly pushed deeper and deeper into the female heat that it
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craved. Deanna bit her lip as a jolt of momentary pain filled her; even
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though it was inching in slowly, the engorged cock was huge, stretching her
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vagina even beyond its previous limitations as the erection buried itself.
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Deanna breathed through clenched teeth as the hard penis drove deeper and
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deeper. Finally, the cock reached maximum depth and Reed's pubic bone
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pressed hard into Deanna's, their pubic hair intertwined.
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The man began sliding in and out, in and out, building the frictional
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forces that would bring both of them to sexual climax. It added to their
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excitement that Reed's wife could return at any moment and find them
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fucking on her hotel bed.
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"Oh, Reed..." Deanna continued. "Fuck me, honey...oh, yes, fuck
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me..." His sexual talents were exceptional. "Ohhhh...I want to be your
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wife..." she moaned, wanting to feel his huge, penetrating cock inside her
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forever. "I wish I were her..."
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She felt an odd sensation, like deja vu, as if she had felt him atop
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her and inside her before. He was incredible; Deanna adored womanhood,
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now; she even felt regret that she had not had sex-change surgery while in
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her teens, giving her a long, female life instead of the male waste her
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life had been.
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Reed knew nothing of the thoughts going through Deanna's mind. He
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knew only that the woman beneath him was enjoying having him inside her; it
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added to his own enjoyment to know that his sexual prowess was inducing
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such pleasure in such a gorgeous woman.
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The man soon leaned forward and laid on top of his sex partner, on
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hands and knees, his feet off of the floor. His hips cradled into the
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bottom of the V-shape formed by Deanna's straight, spread legs, and
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Deanna's black high heels made circles high in the air as Reed drove like a
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piston into the woman, continuing his primal assault. Deanna's breasts
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danced against her chest.
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"Ooooh, yeah...ooooh, baby..." Deanna moaned as he continued to pound
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her pussy. "Uhhh...uhhh...uhhh...uhhh...uhhh...uhhh..." she groaned with
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each pump of his hips.
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The man's muscular hips pumped faster and faster, driving his still-
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swelling tool with a machinelike intensity. Deanna again bent her knees
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and pulled them up, helping the man to drive as deeply as possible into her
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insatiable, burning pussy. The woman then wrapped her legs tightly around
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the man's buttocks, encouraging him to pump harder. The wet sound of their
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sexes merging filled the room, and their bodies grew slick with the sweat
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of sexual exertion.
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"It's...sooooo...big..." Deanna moaned, her sexy voice pulsing with
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the impact of each thrust of the surging penis. "Ooooh, Reed,
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honey...harder...fuck me harder...faster..."
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"Take it, honey," Reed responded, breathily. "Take it deep...I want
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to come inside you...I want to fill your pussy with hot come..."
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"Fuck me like you fucked me on our honeymoon...yes! Yes, Reed...fuck
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me harder!"
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After several minutes, Reed pulled out, wanting to change positions.
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Deanna rolled over onto her hands and knees and teasingly wiggled her
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tempting, raised ass in the air as she took final position. She found that
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she loved the feminine game of waving one's hot pussy under the nose of a
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desperately needful man; it was such fun seducing the man into taking
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charge of the situation and overpowering the teasing bitch, forcing his
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steaming cock into the woman's ready tunnel in a game of friendly rape.
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Deanna's feet, with their black high heels, hung over the foot of the
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bed; her knees were spread so wide that her stomach almost reached the
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bedsheet. The man took a standing position between the woman's spread
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knees and silken calves, and quickly reimmersed his ripe cock back into
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Deanna's waiting pussy. Reed locked his massive hands around her silky ass
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and repeatedly pulled the woman back onto his erection with a powerful,
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clocklike force, thrusting forward faster and faster and slamming his
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pelvis harder and harder into Deanna's smooth buttocks. The man's strength
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was incredible; Deanna was totally locked into position, helpless, fully at
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the mercy of Reed and his merciless cock -- and she loved it. Reed owned
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Deanna's ass, driving it down over his cock as if it were a rubber sex toy
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and not a part of a living woman.
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"Oooooh...I love the way you fuck me," Deanna moaned. "Fuck me
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more..."
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Deanna could never have freed herself had she tried, but freedom was
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the farthest thing from her mind. Only now, as a woman, did she understand
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the total physical domination of man over woman and she gloried in her new,
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passive role. Over and over, more intensely with each thrust, a shock wave
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thundered through Deanna's body, flopping her hanging breasts wildly; their
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weight, constantly and jerkily tugging at her chest, was an erotic and
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welcome reminder of her new gender. Deanna knew that no other experience
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could ever make her feel more alive than this.
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Deanna dropped from hands to elbows. Her excited tits rubbed against
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the sheets. The linen against her nipples as they swung wildly back and
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forth felt so good...
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Her lips spoke with a woman's passion, voicing desires she did not
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know she had. The words flowed from her as if she were possessed by a hot,
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horny lady who had shoved Deanna out of the way and was using her body for
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her own sexual pleasure. "Yes! Yes! Ohhhh...my pussy's hot...pump my
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hot pussy...harder...make me come! I want to come! Yes...that's
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it...that's right...faster. Ohhhh...come inside me...I want to feel your
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hot come inside me...so good...so good...so goooood...."
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The man, wanting more skin on skin contact, pulled out momentarily
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then reached out and stripped Deanna of the garter belt and stockings. He
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returned the pumps to her feet, then reentered the woman to the sound of an
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approvingly satisfied moan. Reed leaned over Deanna's back and cupped a
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breast in each hand. He massaged the supple breasts with sausage fingers,
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gently rolling her hard and aching nipples between thumb and forefinger.
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Deanna began a rhythmic tightening of her vaginal muscles, gripping Reed's
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cock like a fist as he pumped in and out. Reed moaned in response, and
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reached into a small shaving bag to one side.
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The man picked up a tube of body oil and squirted it onto Deanna's
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back, rubbing the glossy clear liquid down over her stomach and dancing
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breasts. It trickled down between the woman's buttocks and met the
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pounding piston of the man as it continued to build to climax. The oil-wet
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slap of his hips into Deanna's ass sounded sharply with each impact.
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"I'm so glad I married you, baby," Reed said. "you're so...good..."
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Deanna loved this marriage game. Pretending Reed was her husband --
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pretending she was owned by him -- was erotic.
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Oh, the lubrication felt so good -- the slickness of Deanna's smooth,
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woman's body under the man's massive hands and iron grip was intoxicating.
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The lovers merged, slippery flesh against slippery flesh. Their bodies
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shone under the dim light of the room, its glistening warmth playing upon
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each and every erotic curve of Deanna's goddesslike form.
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Deanna's rejoicing flesh melted and flowed into the man behind her.
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Within seconds the orgasm that had been slowly building within her
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intensified to the point that her eyes slammed shut and she reached climax,
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losing all control of her abdomen.
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"Ohhhh...yeeeees...soooooo...gooooood..." Her vaginal muscles locked hard
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around the intruding cock as it pumped harder and harder into her --
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And Deanna came once again, flooding the man's groin with a woman's
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anointing fluids. She cried out in unbearable ecstasy, feeling the
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intensity that being a young woman could be. Her hot come flowed on,
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pouring from her pussy and filling the air with the scent of raw, pure sex.
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Reed felt the friction against his cock lessen as the added lubricants came
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into play; for a moment he could barely feel the walls of the woman's
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vagina. Deanna lost contact with her surroundings; all she was for the
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moment was her soaked, satisfied pussy, still wrapped around the
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relentlessly invading sexual battering ram of the opposite sex.
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The orgasm diminished, then suddenly swelled to an even greater
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intensity. Deanna's teeth clenched and a cry rose in her throat, which
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forced its way past her lips as a woman's scream of unbearable ecstasy.
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The second orgasm made her body dissolve into a rapturous flame that
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claimed every nerve, every cell of her body. A second wave of hot fluid
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gushed from Deanna's luxurious vagina; it flowed down the silken insides of
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her thighs and merged into the oil on her skin. She had no control over
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his physical self; it had succumbed to the totality of the electric grip of
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her womanhood. "Oh, baby...oh, baby..." Deanna began, breathing heavily,
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"So...good..." Finally, gently, it was over.
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Deanna was little more than a puddle of female exhaustion. She could
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feel that the man had begun to pump in and out with a more erratic rhythm,
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but Deanna, in absolute love with being a woman, just wanted to lay there.
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Her hands, arms, and legs quivered with the weakness that came from such a
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great release of sexual energy.
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Deanna realized that Reed had pulled out and was wanting her to take
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him into her mouth again. Weakly, she pushed herself up from the bedsheet
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and turned to face the man. Willingly, gladly, Deanna took the cock
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between her glossy lips again and rode down its shaft until it had buried
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itself in her throat; she pumped it, tasting her own vaginal juices on its
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slippery surface. Reed, seconds from coming, tensed his thighs until their
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huge muscles stood out in straining relief.
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Just in time, Deanna pulled the love rod out of her mouth and leaned
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back, pumping the explosive cock with her right hand so that it would
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target her bosom. The hot manthing swelled and forcefully sprayed its
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boiling come against Deanna's waiting breasts, spreading over their slick,
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mountainous contours with every pulsating flood. As Deanna gripped the
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base of the pulsing cock like a shower head, the man came and came and
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came, splashing the smiling woman with a sea of liquid heat. Deanna's free
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hand spread the slippery fluid over her breasts, coating her nipples until
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the come dripped from their tips.
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Deanna licked her hands, swallowing Reed's come in order to know every
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facet of sex as a woman. She loved the taste, and like a female come
|
|
addict who had just gotten her first fix in a long, long time an insatiable
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craving overtook her. Filled with a deep need to waste none of it, Deanna
|
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ravenously lapped it all up, even sucking up the pools of semen that had
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filled the undersides of her long nails. She wished she had let the man
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come in her mouth; next time, she would.
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Next time. Deanna was already looking forward to the next time she
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could suck a man's hot and ready cock. I'm a sexual woman who wants to be
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filled by sexual men, she realized.
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Deanna pulled her puckered nipples up to her lips and licked and
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sucked them until none of the saltsweet jism remained upon her supple,
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rejoicing tits. The woman swallowed every drop, then gripped Reed's hairy
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buttocks and plunged face-first into his forest of coarse pubic hair.
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Deanna voraciously sucked the man's organ dry as it began to shrink back to
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normal size, then hungrily kept the expended penis in her mouth until it
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became a soft, weak, comparatively tiny shadow of its former self, stained
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with Dana's lipstick. Still not satisfied, the woman licked Reed's balls
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clean with a greedy tongue then returned to the head of his cock.
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Deanna gave it one last kiss, then struggled to her feet and kissed
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Reed thankfully, full on the lips. Deanna's tongue imparted a last caress
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within the man's mouth.
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"I'd better go," Deanna said, picking up her dress. "Before your wife
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gets back."
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Reed laughed. "Come here, you..." he said, grabbing her and pulling
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her back onto the bed. He kissed her deeply.
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"I mean it..." she said, breaking away. "We'd better not push
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this..." She stopped in mid-sentence, noticing something.
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Deanna was wearing a wedding ring that matched Reed's. She bolted naked
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from the bed and ran to the mirror, her swinging breasts jiggling heavily
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before her.
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There she found a gorgeous woman of twenty-five. One she had seen before,
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in the hallway.
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Her face had changed, and the woman she saw looking back at her was even
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more beautiful and sexy than the one she had been when she walked into the
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room. Her all-over tan was gone, replaced by an even, milky complexion of
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ivory smoothness. er tan was goneHDeanna's hair and figure had also
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changed -- her hair had become blond and very expensively and gorgeously
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styled, though it had gotten a little sex-mussed in bed, and her breasts,
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still just as generously full, were somehow even more beautiful than
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before. Her figure was one of curvaceous perfection, ultimately feminine,
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soft, and supple. Her eyes were now blue, not brown as they had been. Her
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perfect, full lips wore a thick coat of pink lipstick and her long nails
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were adorned with glossy, pink nail polish. Her ears were now pierced and
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were filled with high-priced diamond earrings that dangled playfully. She
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was shorter in height, no more than five-five now.
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Her last wish had been permanent. She was Reed's wife, for better or
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for worse. And, somewhere, a very confused woman had permanently become a
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man named Wayne Driscoll. That woman would quickly forget her female
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existence as Reed's wife, and would live a happy life as a man.
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Reed walked over to her. "You okay, Melissa? What's wrong?"
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"Oh...nothing, honey. Nothing at all. I'm just...so happy to be your
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wife."
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She looked into her purse. Deanna found pictures there of she and
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Reed together someplace, and pictures of the two of them with two very
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small children.
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Just as she had done to the two black men a short time earlier, she had
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altered her own life history. She was now Melissa Grant, wife of Reed
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Grant, a successful attorney. She had given birth to two beautiful
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children, a boy and a girl, and had a life with her family as loving wife
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and mother.
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Forever.
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She embraced the man, pressing her soft, naked flesh with its full,
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luscious breasts against his hard, hairy chest. She looked up into his
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eyes. "I love you." He kissed her, deep and long.
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"I love you too, baby." He looked at the picture she held of the two
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of them at their wedding. "You were certainly a beautiful bride. Hard to
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believe that was four whole years ago."
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Melissa smiled, thoroughly happy. "Thank you, honey. That's sweet."
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Reed led her back to bed. "Come on, baby. We've got the whole
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weekend to ourselves."
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Mrs. Melissa Grant slipped back beneath the silken sheets. She loved
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her husband, and loved the feel of having his rugged warmth lying next to
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her. She would enjoy his closeness for a long, long time. She remembered
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nothing of who she had been before, what she had done to become the woman
|
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she now was. She possessed the memories of Melissa Grant and no others,
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and felt unusually happy to be who she was. She took nothing of her
|
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existence for granted, appreciating and loving every facet of her body and
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her life.
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Melissa reached down and gently stroked her husband's cock. She felt
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it respond as it swelled against her palm. She rolled onto her back and
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invitingly spread her legs, and he lied atop her, penetrating her once
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again. She held her husband tightly as he made love to his wife.
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*
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*
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Months later, Shanessa and Jocelyn had settled down into lives as
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satisfied, happy wives. Shanessa married a man named Reggie, and Jocelyn
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married Vernell, whom she had known for years. The ladies wondered what
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had happened to Deanna, for no one had ever answered at the phone number
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she had given them. They had even gone to the address she had written
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down, only to find the apartment empty. They hoped that, wherever Deanna
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was, she was happy.
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The women awoke one Saturday morning to find themselves being fucked
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by each other's husbands. They had enjoyed a passionate night of
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unrestrained sex, both with their own husbands and each other's, and the
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men were apparently ready for more. The ladies loved it, spreading their
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legs wider and moaning in delight as the men alternated every few minutes,
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plunging their hard cocks first into one woman and then the other.
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Their husbands, Reggie and Vernell, had suggested a night of wife-
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swapping, for theirs were very open marriages. Vernell got a kinky high
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out of plunging his cock into the hot pussy of his neighbor's wife as the
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man watched, and he enjoyed watching his own wife taking Reggie's twelve
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inches.
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Later that day the women headed downtown. They had made appointments
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to treat themselves to total body makeovers at Brigitte's Beauty Salon, an
|
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extremely successful ladies' boutique owned by a wealthy, beautiful woman
|
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named Melissa Grant, who also owned her own cosmetics line. They wore her
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lipstick, perfume, and nail polish, and felt gorgeous. They knew that
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Melissa Grant had made them the beautiful women they were.
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They would never know just how true that was.
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