She made espressos, she served me zabbaione from her naked nipples, and she undressed me and washed me in the shower. She lit a dozen candles in our b...edroom and she massaged my body in lavender oil. In between she dipped her fingers in her cunt and served me sweet juice from her fingertips.When I raised my hands to caress her lovely breasts, she slapped my fingers and tied my wrists to the headrest. She straddled me and engulfed my hard cock with her slippery cunt. But only for a minute. Then. .. that could be bad," said Britt."Yeah ... he'd look the same but the essential essence of David would be gone." That would be like fucking a robot," said Keirstann. "Well ... it would."Stevie glared at her, "I'm a fucking robot ... bitch." Oops!" As for the other, he might make it. Keeping him alive is something I could have done, but a hospital environment is much better for him." Stevie was placing a great deal of trust in medicine. "There are people trained to do it. I know one thing .... I flew rapidly to the motel/prison where I made sure the four guards were not on the phone or using their radios. I'd timed events so the Fibbies back at the gate would have had enough time to have already informed these Fibbies that things were starting to happen back at the house, but after having done so would've ended their calls because nothing else seemed to be happening.I simultaneously created a Guardian Angel in the motel room, blocked the tracheas of the four Fibbies, held them. And even though my mind was still racing, my thoughts filled with images of what had happened to me, I found myself beginning to relax. The sensations pouring into me from my transformed body meant that I couldn't possibly ignore my new gender - my breasts were pressing against Monica's chest, and my nipples rubbed against her every time we shifted position, sending tremors through me. And even if I was able to ignore the fact that the person holding me was wearing what had been my body, I was.