Some time after her second mate's death, the older woman decided to pass on that which she had learned from him.In order to facilitate their illicit d...iscussions in privacy, she took Sala, as she had done with her mate in years recently past, on long walks in the surrounding area. Like he, she claimed their treks were for the purpose of teaching her daughter's daughter about medicinal herbs. These lessons lasted for more than two years; over time Sala became well versed in the identification and. Maybe she doesn't even know. What Iremember was the severe pain, and blacking out. Clearly the pain was fromthe transformation. I assume the pain was the same for her. But I hadalso assumed, up to now, that like me, she had woken up, seen her newbody, my body, and been rendered apoplectic by that revelation. But whatif she'd never even got that far? Never woken up from the transformation?What if I was the only one to awaken from that? It hurt. Unlike anythingI'd ever felt before. Was the pain. As for romance, women take the lead here too. They're expected to be dominant, relentlessly horny and aggressive, and in most circles female promiscuity is celebrated and prized. After all, a woman who can pin down and ride as many hapless, blushing boys as she wants is one who every other girl secretly envies. Powerful older women pursue and collect beautiful younger men as trophies and are looked upon with admiration for it. Deflowering an innocent boy is a near universal fantasy and almost. Really. Besides, I was a teenager once. I remember those hormones raging."He rinsed himself under the warm stream and I turned off the water. I grabbed a towel and began to gently dry him. As I patted him dry, I realized that he really had a wonderful body. Still smooth and nearly hairless, he was tan and firm. Already far taller than me, he was just under six feet tall, his newly-developed muscles were impressive and his wide shoulders tapered down into a narrow waist. And the girls were going.