Without being told to I just began bobbing my head up and down and I could feel his cock dragging against my tongue. I didn’t know if I liked it but... it sure felt different than anything else I had done. Again he moaned and I felt a strange feeling of accomplishment. I kept drawing his cock in and out of my mouth and it began to ALMOST feel natural. His moaning grew louder and his cock grew even harder. After about a minute of sucking I again pulled off. Again I announced I was done.He asked if. I wasn’t looking at my niece looking back at me. I was looking at my own reflection in the mirror. This dream had just gone from weird to ridiculous. I reached back and turned the light on. In the mirror, I saw a reflection of my 11 year old niece with her shorts halfway down her thighs and her shirt pulled up over her tiny little boobs. But it was myself I was looking at. I was in her body and had complete function of everything. Although it was still feeling weird to control a much smaller. You have the potential to be a classical superstar!” she flattered. “Really? It’s just a hobby. I don’t practice enough…” “I can see that, Alan. That’s why I need to take you under my wing. You’ll be happy and fulfilled. I promise. How old are you, by the way?” “Just eighteen,” the young man smiled at her. At last, someone who cared! He stared at her prominent cleavage and sighed, “Alright, what do I have to do?” That very night they made love in her plush apartment. Sexually demanding, she. None of my friends had even heard of the Rolling Stones or any other of the rock bands my Aunt introduced me to. I remember once my Mom arguing with my Aunt over the music. "I don't think he's old enough for this kind of music. There's too much sex and drugs in it." Oh come on, we listened to that kind of music and we turned out alright. Half the stuff on the radio is just as bad anyway." I guess you're right. Just don't give him anything to explicit."She had been my first real crush. She had.