He was far too assured in our relationship for me to believe he’d never been with another man. But for that period of fidelity with him, I’ve live...d the stereotype, engaging in anonymous bathhouse sex, being every inch the fag that middle America fears. I’ve watched friends and lovers die by the hundreds. I should probably be dead myself. I promise myself again and again to change, to find one good man, but the only one I’ve ever met appears and re-appears on various ‘Most Eligible Bachelor’. It was going to get interesting very quickly. My luck changed the next handas she drew a full house compared to my pair. I lost a shoe. The next hand, my luck returned and Carol lost her top. The same was trueagain and she was before me in her bra and panties and I was nearly fully dressed.I could feel victory coming with lots of penalties for Carol. I was beginningto plan her demise when Carol won another hand and lost the other shoe. Itstill looked good for me. The next two hands I had full. I was right behind her, following her around the sofa and back past the bathroom to her bedroom admiring her tight ass all the way. Not for the first time I thought to myself that she should have been an interior design major, her room had a soft deep maroon rug and maroon and gold drapes with a light gauzy material hanging down at the foot of her bed, all of it together making the room very warm and cozy. Only the light by her bed was on, the tiny lamp softly lighting the room just enough to. "Minutes later I found myself outside our office suite, mincing down thehall to the elevators, carrying the cleaning and June's list. Inside theelevator, I saw myself full-length in the mirrored wall and gasped!I looked Sexy! Where before I had the appearance of a professionalbusinesswoman, I know looked younger, curvier--and dressed to show itoff! The shimmering blue material of my dress seemed to hug my curves....Curves!? Yes I had curves now, and as the fabric slid across my newly-shaped.