‘Interesting,’ said Thomas with a grin. His kisses followed the liquid trail across her skin. Abby pulled down her nightgown to accommodate him. �...��You knew perfectly well this would happen,’ she accused him, feeling like a proper hussy. ‘My love, you overestimate me,’ protested Thomas. ‘Calculating the trajectory of any possible spillage is quite beyond me.’ ‘True enough,’ reckoned Abby. She noticed the molten chocolate on Thomas’ fingers and decided to get back at him. She took his hand and. I think you are in perfect shape, you have a really nice body.”“Easy for you to say, Leah. You used to be a model and I don’t think anyone would mistake you for a man.”“What do you mean?”“Especially from behind, I get mistaken for a girl more than I would like.”“Oh, that’s because of your beautiful, long, blonde hair. And don’t get any ideas about cutting it, I love it. Don’t worry about a thing. You’re young. Enjoy it while you can. I was a scrawny teenager when I was your age and look. Susan was right about something else. She had thought of the two of them as possible vectors for the disease, and she hadn't said anything about that directly to them. This was her fault.Denise began to cry, softly. Not softly enough."Denise? It's all right, love. It's all right. I'm here. I love you."Stan's voice, soothing, crooned into the back of her neck She felt the bed shift as he propped himself up to tell her, again, "I love you, Denise."She wiped her eyes and twisted to face him. She. Still fully erect to the point of a dull pain, my penis looked less than half it's usual size. I was freaking. Instinctively, I brushed the ... hair? out of my face as I turned to look at my wife. A sneer graced her feminine lips. "What's happening?" I purred in a voice I knew not to be my own. Taking inventory of myself again, I began to notice that I was now slenderer than before, with delicate, graceful arms and hands and silky smooth legs. Those ran all the way up to my now.