I then lifted up her top and I had a complete view of her breasts. Damn those were so good. I removed her top and started sucking those juicy boobs. I... didn’t stop for a long time, she treated me as if she’s a mom breast feeding her son.After few moments, she started giggling. “What are you sucking nikhil?” she asked. “There’s no milk in them.” I didn’t utter a word and was still sucking her boobs, when she pulled my hair and asked me to remove her pants.With a smirk, I slowly removed her pants.. I glance over at the patio doors and imagine what that view would have been like of me pressed up against them. We proceed on toward a doorway with circular steps down toward a lower level. My heart is beating like a drum and does so about three times per step as we descend down into a darkened room. I can see a few glowing lights in the distance and a warmer glow coming from around the edge of what appears to be a bar. It is like a nightclub. I can hear music and voices of many people as I am. I looked down at the dead woman's body and realized I didn't simply want to be smaller and attractive I wanted to be a woman also."No, I wanted to be her," I said not thinking."I didn't know you swung that way, Igor. We'll see what we can do later," He laughed.Well now was later and I was now Ginger Grant. I looked at my mane of red hair, my dazzling green eyes, and my full soft lips. I was a goddess. My straight white teeth shined back at me. I cupped my new breasts with my small hands. I had. She just stared at me, unblinking. I sat down next to her, and for a panicked moment, I thought I had made a total mess of things. A strange look came over her eyes and I held my breath. Then her lips and cheeks started to tremble. “Anne?” I whispered, worried. The smile that pulled up the corners of her mouth was like the sun breaking through darkness. “Bunnie!” she exclaimed in a whispered, choked sob, and a tear trickled down her cheek. “Did I… did I do something wrong?” My own eyes.