Forget about having fun I didn’t even have time to see my own face. So after over an year in the pile of shit I opted out and got me a new job and m...y life back. The uneventful year fucked up my physique and I had started looking like a toad.So I hit the gym with a vengeance. I needed to get rid of the tyres that I had put on and also buff up in the way the chicks like. (For my CV of my fucking history search up the site by my pen name – and you will have all you need)Now as I was sweating it. So when the sun began to set, I had less than 15 minutes before I was going to change into a woman again. I called my mom into the kitchen and I told her I had to talk to her. She came in, and I explained that I had less than 5 minutes explain, but for some strange reason on a full moon I will become a woman.She was skeptical, but I told her to wait until the moon rose. I told her I felt it starting, as I began feeling hot and tingly. As the hair on my hands began to retract and my nails grew. Once the clerk took my order I moved back over to the ebony woman and engaged her in conversation. I found out that she was not from here and was only in town for a week. She was attending a conference that was being held at one of the local hotels. I asked her if she had the opportunity to venture out from the hotel and see the beautiful country side and she said, "Sadly, no. But I understand that there are several wonderful places to see and wished I had the time." I asked her if she would. You've got hair most girls would die for! Kara answered playfully grabbing Marc's hair and bunching it up atop his head. "I just know I can make you drop dead gorgeous!" I hardly think that's possible!" Marc quickly retorted, blushing."Oh really! That sounds like a challenge to me!" Hey, I didn't mean it that way, honest!" Marc answered nervously."It doesn't matter how you meant it. Anyway, a promise is a promise. It's a rainy Saturday and you did promise to let me curl your hair and make you.