She just said don't worry we aren't in any rush. She actually liked Tom. I had worked with him when Molly and I first got married and we used to han...g out with he and his wife, who he was no divorced. Back then nothing ever happened with other couples. It was just the standard movies, parties, dinners etc. Molly and Tom had always gotten along. Tom was much older than both of us. He is 52. He stayed in pretty good shape though. Still Molly is 29 and I'm 36 so we shouldn't have that much. But it’s not okay.”“I kept telling myself I was okay, when I knew I wasn’t,” she stopped. She wanted to tell him about the drugs, and the man in the limo and everything. But all at once, she didn’t. This was her story. This was her life. Her eyes opened and she looked up to him, “Now I realize something else. I am okay. I am normal. But you, you’re not okay. You are broken. You rape -”She took a deep breath, “You raped me. But it’s okay. I’m not mad. God, five minutes ago I would have married. My stance widened somewhat, my waist filling out a bit and my hips becoming less pronounced. My hair shortened from shoulder-length and straight to a long yet conservative cut and wavy. New hair grew from my arms and legs, not too much but some. My skin and features roughened, lost their beauty, and were replaced by moderately handsome male features. It wasnt too hard to make myself look like a man. Oh! And the finishing touch: the illusion of a male penis with matching testicles grew from my. “You look nervous.” She said.“I am nervous.” I said.“You’re not a virgin are you?” she asked.“No.” I said, “What about you?”“Yes, pretty much.” She said. “I’ve only ever slept with Bob.”It didn’t occur to me to doubt her word, until later.She pulled off her pastel pantsuit as if it were on fire, throwing it into a heap on the floor. Her bra, socks, and panties quickly joined the pile. My aunt was naked, expectant, ready to rumble.Her body was ok; her belly was almost flat, her tits small but.