" You'd better."I turn my head to tell him that he should stop worrying about such atrivial affair, but before I can, I already sense there is no one ...thereanymore. Nonetheless, I'm shocked to see nothing but empty air beside me,exactly where the man is supposed to be. He has disappeared completely. Iscan the street with my eyes but see no trace of him. Even an athlete intheir prime physical condition couldn't run off that fast, and this guywas overweight and in deteriorating health, by his own. I groaned in pain as my insides twisted and reshaped,not only changing size and shape as I'm used to but structure as well.My ribs broke and reformed, only one short. I felt stiffness in mymember, which receded and became a wet empty feeling between my legs. Iscreamed in pain only to find that the screams were sensual and highpitched. My Adams apple had long receded into my throat. I think it'sfinally over now. I look at myself in the mirror and see a woman.She's a knockout, a total babe. . I normally stayed at the Morgantown Motel – it was a dive but…no one cared what happened unless things became too loud. I’d made some ‘fucking’ friends down there and hosted three nice gang bangs at that motel. After three months I could set things up so that I could get fucked all week.I could also arrange some 3-somes or more.My normal thing was to set up meeting some friends, go down on Friday and, spend the weekend getting well fucked. There were some Mondays that I would have to work to. He knocked on the front door. “Listen I wonder if you’d like to help me celebrate. I’ve just won a four-figure sum on the horses and I’ve got a couple of bottles of champagne. I heard you out in the yard and thought you might like to join me in a celebratory drink.”Jenny was back in her bikini with a wrap around on top. She felt sorry for him. He had recently been divorced and he had told her how upset he was and lonely.He put one of the bottles in her fridge and opened the second..