As usual, we talked about our days except when I felt warm hands touching my left inner thigh, I looked up and saw my wife sitting at the right side a...nd my daughter sitting in front of me with a gentle smile on her lips. Her foot was resting on my lap as her toes teased my crotch slowly and naughtily.Later that evening while asleep, I heard a buzz from my phone. I opened my eyes to see it was 2:30 am. I grabbed my phone from the nightstand and saw a text from my angel: I can't stop thinking. "If you wish to meet, I will describe myself and I will meet you in a placeof your choosing."The email was signed simply 'Bill'. I read and re-read it but could findnothing that wasn't plainly stated. This 'Bill' wanted to transform a maninto a woman. I, with a little reservation, wanted to be transformed. Ireplied immediately.We met at a bar in Victoria station. He approached after I caught his eye andasked if I would like another drink, introducing himself as a by-the-way. Wefound a pillar. ‘Justin, don’t say anything,’ Amanda said over the phone. ‘We can’t talk anymore. I considered you one of my closest friends, but I can’t believe what you said tonight. I’m flattered you feel the way you do, but you know I’m dating Eric. We’ve only hung out twice since you got back from college and you tell me you love me? You ruined our friendship, and I don’t think I can even see you anymore. I’m sorry, but bye.’ She wasn’t crying as she poured her heart out to him. In fact, Justin noticed. They had not.Why, oh why had I left a message?I closed the door, locked it as an afterthought, and returned to the living room where Loopy waited for me, patiently sitting on his rear haunches and panting. I sat down on the couch, raised my dress, and exposed my baby-bare genitals. Loopy trotted over."Do you like peanut butter?" I asked. Removing the lid, and peeling back the safety barrier, I held out the jar for Loopy to sniff, which he did, energetically. I stole the bottle back before he.