Why don't you enjoy what youcreated?" Kristina smiled, her cheeks dented with cute dimples. Just afew days ago, she had been a 40 year old man. He had... been dying of agenetic disorder when he was introduced to Jon at the hospital. Jon wasworking on a virus to change his DNA so that the disease would go away.The virus cured Larry but it had somehow mutated him into a girl. Jon wasvery apologetic. He wanted to change her back into a man again butKristina refused. She was a gorgeous, young and. I chastised myself. I was glad to be back. I was glad to have helped Jerry and was quite pleased with the payment swelling my bank account. But it had been an agonising, soul-searching week away.I felt bipolar, my mood swinging from pure unadulterated pleasure at the sexual side of Cassie's and my relationship, to deep depression and even shame for succumbing to her and betraying her mother, Mary, a wonderful woman I'd known for fifteen years.Work had helped take my mind off the problem, but it. After thirteen minutes of deep meditation, the doorbell rang. Ciar got out of the tub and dried off. He went to the door and opened it. There stood number 73, Joe Thomas. Ciar took in his angular features and muscular build. “Come in!”“Don’t mind if I do,” Joe Thomas grinned.“How are you,” checked Ciar.“I’m good. I’m horny for you, sissy!”Ciar smiled, “Let’s go to my room!”Joe Thomas followed. When they make it to the bedroom, the football player asked, “Do you have lotion?” Ciar pointed to the. He seemed almost protective of her. ‘There you are, Eliza. Good morning, John. How are you, today?’ ‘Well, thank you. We’re almost finished here, I think. Miss Eliza?’ His tone was pleasant, almost friendly. What had happened to John? ‘Mr. Ewart, what would you like for dinner? Pork roast? Something else for tomorrow? I’ve got the sausage and sauerkraut.’ ‘Just get something you want, Eliza. It doesn’t matter all that much, right now.’ ‘Yes, sir.’ She turned back to the case and asked for a leg.