Your newly changing body is never to be thought ugly, only different.@Myra looked down and stroked her bump thoughtfully. She returned to her reverie....A father figure was what Kate had called him. In the sense that he was the father of the foetus giving her so much grief, she was right. No, Harold was just her donor. Harold was an amazing gentle and caring person. No, Harold would insist on her following some strict scientific c***d raising regime. Probably Kate would too. Damn, she had never. Then the doll was set back down on the nightstand. Doll looked like a real person except for her being so small. I woke, I felt stroking at my rock hard cock and I felt like I already had some pre-cum oozing down my cock. I looked at what was stroking my cock and it was the Barbie and that sent me over the edge and I cummed all over her. I just felt this urge to just force my half-staffed dick right into her mouth. I knew the doll had a small mouth, but I did anyway and forced all the way to. If he was controlling me none of that would have been there."Her face cleared. "OK, then. I like him, and it's me liking him. And he helped us get together, and I like that, too. And I like liking it all." And she burst out in a song from an old Broadway musical: "'I like everybody / That I've ever met.' Well, of course I don't really, but I'm feeling pretty happy about the world right now." And she squeezed my hand hard.Walking into stores with Camilla on my arm was quite an experience. I. It was like the sound of a bigmotorcycle idling. Something that I knew could burst into a full-blownroar if you knew how to twist the throttle.I did know how. It was half an hour before waking time, but I reachedover to take in my hand the penis that I now called mine. His penis.He stirred. He grew. He approved.A girl like me always keeps some lube in the bedside drawer. I like theone that has a little heat in it. The surgeon did his best work on me.I am so grateful for that.Without.