She pushed up close to feel how big my hard-on was. At her door she was overcome with reluctance. I said before you decide let me touch you. Then I’...ll tell you how I feel. As I smoothed my hand up her skirt, she turned her head away. Her thick black hair hid her face. Yet she didn’t bend her body away. She was perfectly still as my fingertips traced the contours of her small cock. I took her face now in both my hands and kissed her lips. She put her arms around me. ‘What the fuck are we waiting. The bully reacted to my last statement by reaching for his gun. I do not know if he intended to shoot me or was just trying to bluff me. Whatever his reason might have been, I could not afford to take a chance on it.I leaned back in my chair a little bit and drew my gun from my left shoulder holster. I am sure he expected me to stand up before drawing my gun, so I must of caught him by surprise. Anyway, I had my gun out and fired off a shot into the middle of his chest before his gun completely. Over the next ten days the primary and secondary changes took place. First my plumbing rearranged itself. It became harder to pee. My testicles began to shrink and finally they began to pull into my body. My penis soon followed, pulling itself into a vaginal barrel. My breasts began to swell and protrude, going from A cup, to B cup and finally stopping when they seemed huge from my point of view.My hips and thighs began to round out and swell too. My ass was like twin moons and I was becoming. She bit back a scream as a roughened fingertip touched her again, the circular motion so light as to hardly register. Her trembling increased, her desire, her barely controllable need to tilt and force her hips against him, to make him enter her. She didn’t care if she felt a cock, tongue or a finger. Hell at this point, felt a changed direction of massage, moving fingertip slowly up and down over the small hooded organ. Each stroke bringing closer to her pussy. Closer but not nearly close.