"Do you see how my nipples are erect? Fuck, they are so sensitive. Do you want to suck them? Or bite them? Look how far they stretch when I pull them.... Fuck that feels good. Do you want to spray them with your hot cum? Look at my cunt. I'll take off my g-string. My cunt lips are so swollen. I'll pull them back and you can see my clit. It's hard like miniature penis. Touch it, lick it, do anything with it. And my pussy, it's so wet, do you see? Do you want to push something inside me, anything at. “Yes!” I said. But really… I had no idea. I could lose my job if I got caught. What am I doing? Then I looked at Beth, this 40-something mother walking with me to the stairwell and that justified everything.We opened up the stairwell on the first floor and made sure nobody saw us enter. We walked up half of a floor as not to be right in the sight of someone if they should enter the stairwell. We walked up one flight of stairs and she turned around. The next 3 minutes went by in a. There are many places in which this tale might commence and even now, in my dotage and with the benefit of hindsight that stretches back a full three-score years, I am not certain that I know them all. And so, I shall start at a point that might seem arbitrary in the grand scheme of things, but which, for me, was a place and time that altered the course of my personal history. It was, of course, the day that my eyes first beheld sweet Lady Jane. She arrived at my offices on a fine May morn,. Then I was a boy again, and now, I am dead. Life is fullof surprises, or at least it was. I try to remember how I got to thispoint. I remember coming home from school accompanied by mygrandmother, and rushing up to the bathroom. Having a period was stilla strange event to me.The blood in the toilet, as it had every month since thetransformation, filled me with more emotions than one human beingshould be asked to contain. The feelings overlapped like waves at thebeach. At first it filled me with.