”“What do you like to do more than anything?”That was a question that he had never considered and didn’t understand what that had to do with g...oing to school. He answered, “The only thing I’ve ever done is work cattle.”John shook his head, “No, I don’t mean work you like. I mean, what do you really like to do?”Ed’s face wrinkled in confusion. He asked, “When?”“Imagine that tomorrow you get to do anything you want. You can take the whole day off with no worries. What would you do?”The fact was. The fisting went on for what seemed ages until Rachel's pussy felt numb the slime of juice and grease dripping from her slit as the wrist twisted. The nurse had pressed a small vibrator against Rachel's clit and slowly but expertly she had brought the cursing girl to near climax. The blonde had tried to forget she was here, fall into a humid sea of half dreams. The sensation in her pussy had dulled; she was back home with her fiancé."Her fiancée!" Rachel gave an anguished cry, "Oh. He liked that. He wanted to hear more and I told him everything. He mostly liked the part that I said I'd like to be treated rough by this strange man."That sounds kinda hot," he said.We lay on our bed that late Sunday night. There was a small thunderstorm outside and the power had gone off that evening. We had turned on a few candles to light up the room."You wouldn't get jealous then if I had sex with a strange man?" I asked playfully."Well... maybe a little but as long as you were enjoying. I tried it again and again. Put it on; the boobs appeared. Take itoff; the boobs disappeared. Then I thought of something: what else wastransformed...?I felt down between my legs. No such luck. The old male parts were stillthere, bra or no bra.Then I had an idea. I plucked up my courage and went out and actuallybought four of these miraculous bras, in a size to fit me. When I got themhome, I tried each of them on. Yep, they worked. Bra, boobs. No bra, noboobs.I carefully cut three of.