The sleep was wonderful. I woke up refreshed. I realized that Rose was still sleeping so I got up, walked out to the kitchen, to make coffee and cook ...up a batch of corn pancakes, along with Gionelli breakfast sausage. Since our house is in a somewhat isolated area I didn’t bother with dressing or putting on a robe. The house was at a very comfortable temperature and I liked being ‘unencumbered’. About the time the last pancake was done and put on a plate in the oven to keep it hot, Rose walked. I started to have feelings about her. “Now, let’s get back to work!” declared M. Margaret. Susan went back to her desk and sitting down the sleeve of her uniform pulled down the inkpot. A crash was heard and suddenly silence fell like a curtain above us. Miss. Margaret stood up, “What was that!” Susan blushed and said, “It’s me, Miss Margaret. I crashed my inkpot.” Miss. Margaret was furious and ordered Susan to go to her desk. Susan was trembling. “Now you deserve a punishment for your. Again I sniff the sweet scent of your hot skin. But this time I register the more animal smell of your excited cunt. I love that smell. It reminds me of how good it is to fuck you. The sensation of plunging my hard cock into your excited pussy. Thrusting it in to the hilt, making you scream.My cock grows harder and harder. Long and thick it rises inside my pants, stretching the fabric. Damn, I'm horny now.You complete another lap around the lake and is heading toward me as I press the button.. I ran out of there before he could show me his answer to that problem.Not knowing what to do or where to go, I came into town and ran into Dochere. I guess I looked enough like the old me that he believed my story,and he took me to his house so I'd have a place to stay.By the time I woke up the next morning, I was even more feminine-looking. I looked more like a tomboy girl than a guy, and there seemedno sign of the transformation slowing down.By the next morning I no longer had male parts, and.