So my life in London was one of ease, with occasional bouts of business activity. But I pursued the carnal delights with increasing interest. With age..., my appetite did not flag. I assume the power of the ring was responsible for the prolonged virility. I now had no doubt of the ring's power having long exceeded the normal span of a man, unless you consider the Biblical accounts as accurate, and my apparent age was perhaps of a strong man in his mid-thirties, that is the prime of life, even. Id tell you to go fuck yourself. Why? Because I think you would look cute with your dick in your ass. I gave him an irritated smile, Why wont you let me date Shannon? Because shes my whore. So? He looked at me as if he were seeing me for the first time. I tell you what, my sports hero friend. I will not let you date my little slut, but I will let you marry her if you want to. You would let marry her but not date her? I asked incredulously. Yes, he stated simply. I stared at him a few moments. His right hand!The next thing Ryan knew, he was shaking hands with himself. Or, more appropriately, his former self."I'm glad I could help," he heard his former body say."Um, err, yes... thank you," he replied, hearing for the first time his new, softer voice."Are you sure you're okay, ma'am?" his former body continued."Yes, yes. Thank you."The magic glove had worked. But who was he? What did he look like? He needed to find a restroom. He turned and looked frantically, feeling the swish of long. “I know you’re enjoying this, at least a little.”“I look like wolf bait,” I said. It took effort to act mad. Honestly? I’ll admit to being thrilled as well as terrified at that moment. “You have all the power. How can I refuse you?” “Call it off. I’ll take you back to your apartment.”“I don’t have an apart-- oh,” I said, getting his meaning. It wouldn’t be our apartment anymore. “Wow, being treated like a bimbo must be affecting my brain.”“Is that your excuse for fucking those two guys?” Ouch..