Icouldn?t tell if he felt pity or was gloating. I was close to cryingagain. I just nodded; I didn?t trust my voice right there and then.Davies gave me... another glass of water and sat down next to me. Icouldn?t see Meshinger anymore, maybe he had stepped out. ?So, Walter,what did you want to tell me?? Davies started.?My name is now Sinthia. Sinthia Hartman. I was wrong not telling youwhat I suspected. I think Gary Fields and Phil Bondi were part of thegroup that drugged and raped Marjorie. My nipples were swollen, and my breasts had grown slightly overnight.They weren't big, but it was obvious that something was happening tome. I can't say that I was upset; in fact, I was excited at thepossibility of having real breasts.Instinctively, I knew that they would never be really big, as thewomen on both sides of my family had small breasts, but I didn'tmind, even small breasts would be cool.I also noticed that my skin felt soft all over. My facial hair wasalmost gone, and my penis was. Tegan felt Brandon stiffen in his chair and reinvigorated her efforts even though her arm was beginning to tire, knowing the end was certainly not far away now.In the video the agent let out one final grunt then liberally applied a coating of white goo to the model’s face, splattering across her nose and cheek and tightly clamped lips, her face scrunched up against the rain of semen in a clear display of distaste.Seconds later, the damn of Brandon burst forth in a similar fashion and the. One of the biggestchanges in my life is actually quite minor. I no longer feel confidentpeeing in a men's urinal. First of all, the last thing I want is forsomeone to glance over and see me holding a tiny prick but, moreimportantly, my cock is a little too small to hold and aim properly, so Iprefer to use the stall and pee like a woman. I often get shocked looksfrom men when I go into a public lavatory. I guess in many ways I lookmore feminine now than masculine and the other guys just assume I.