" His face turned white as the realization hit him. "I have to do all of them?"I nodded. I felt a little sorry for him. Only a little, though. Then I ...remembered and felt a lot sorry for him."It gets worse, Dad," I said gently. He looked at me, a devastated, resigned look on his face."There's only one thing that could make it worse ... please tell me Megan isn't involved..."Megan sat on his lap and kissed him, much as Amy had."I'm sorry, Grampa," she whispered."But ... you're supposed to be. The black box, the transformer, sat on a shelf below her spread crotch. There were switches and dials on the front. Next, Owiti attached a clamp to the shaft of her clitoris still covered by its hood. Amala was now wired up like a test animal in a lab. Nervously, she bit her lip. Owiti went down a line of dials setting the pointer on the number ?4? on each one. The numbers, ominously, went to ?10?.? Owiti flipped the switch for the circuit connected to her tits and Amala cried out. . Jane didn't even mentionit, and Ian was secretly upset that she might not want to change again,especially as he had improved in his love making, now that he knew how toturn her on. Jane however had no doubts at all about changing again, butwanted to keep it low key, in case Ian thought about how he would be spendingChristmas, she secretly wanted to make it permanent anyway. She had alsobought a ring that she liked for when they would get engaged properly onChristmas day.On the evening of. Maybe it?s because at that moment I felt somuch trust for him. After all, he?d always known I was really a guy,despite the feminine clothing and makeup I wore so much. And in theheat of that moment, it was very easy for me to believe he loved me forexactly who and what I was, and was sexually attracted to that exactsame person.Mark kept his hand on me as he shifted his body until he was squattingon my upper legs, the same way I?d sat on him that special time a monthor so earlier, in my bedroom,.