.." She trailed off."I am transitioning from a man to a woman." Really. That is so neat. I don't mean that disrespectfully oranything." No problem.... I'm sure I'm going to hear much worse than that. I amfinally taking my mother's advice." Really?" Jennifer asked."Yes, she told me that I should always try to better myself. What couldpossibly be better than being a woman!" I told her. We all laughed andshe gave me a high-five. Alexis and I then went to the shoe department.We looked at many. This simple ruse had made him very wealthy and even gained him a few celebrity clients, but still he couldn't help but feel unfulfilled. Stopping people from smoking or curing their fear of heights seemed such a mundane use of his powers. And it wasn't as if his private life was any more exciting than his working one. He more or less stayed away from dating as he would never be able to tell if soneone actually wanted to be with him or was just acting under the power of his suggestions.It all. There I was, eighteen years old, smooth, just under six foot, short dark hair, slim, wearing a pair of black speedos that were a size or two too small. My, average sized, cut cock was straining against the black lycra as if it was trying to escape.I was rubbing my arse with my left hand and with my right I pulled the front of my speedo down releasing my engorged eighteen year old cock. My hand started pumping my cock up and down, not too quickly because I wanted to enjoy it and I wasn’t in any. I love the feel of lotion; much like I love the way cum feels against my skin.I heard a light knock at the door, and soon saw Mark's familiar face. I quickly hopped up and followed him down the hallway. He sat me in the middle of the huge hall, but I saw no one, just Mark and me. My heart sank and I looked at him quizzically, he nodded and smiled then turned towards the other side of the room and opened the far door. A rush of low murmuring flooded the hall. There were all the men! Mark led.