James was a larger woman but by no means was she fat. She was in her mid to late thirties and probably at her sexual peak. She was rather tall at ab...out 5’6” but always wore about a 3” heal to add to her height. She had a very curvy figure and rather large breasts. She was always dressed well and well groomed. She usually wore a skirt suit where the skirt would come to above her knee when standing. Her make up was well applied and not to heavy. Her long brown hair was always in its place. I was even more surprised that my face was essentially unchanged. I had expected some sort of dramatic transformation, something that would mirror the radical changes that I now knew had happened within me.My skin seemed smoother, lacking all the little blemishes and imperfections I used to spend hours obsessing over. It also looked like it was a few shades paler, though, that could have simply been a trick of the poor lighting. My face was a bit leaner giving me a more mature and experienced. He spit up a little bile and that was all.It was midday and Billy hung in the center of the meadow, the shadows thrown by his cross making divinatory patterns on the ground, like a great sun dial. It was still early in his crucifixion so he had the strength to lift himself up and draw some air before sagging back down on his brutally ruined feet. Still, each time he pulled himself up, he already felt himself growing weaker. Of course, the heat only made it worse. Billy was fair-skinned and had. It was not a tourist bar, exactly the opposite. I was now surrounded by locals and some very hot black pussy; a few wanted to talk to me but I put them off with a smile explaining that I was waiting for a ‘friend’ to join me. I did buy the most insistent girl a drink so that she wouldn’t be too upset…she wasn’t.When Philepe joined me we moved to a small table outside. Although the girls gave us some disappointed looks; the one I’d bought a drink for simply smiled. It was obvious that she knew.