My boots splashed on the sidewalk, the neon signs of the service district reflected in puddles as I marched, my head bowed, braced against the downpou...r. The smell of rain permeated the cool morning air, and the sun was slowly rising behind the buildings as I made my way to the factory. Every intersection here had a checkpoint, where ADVENT peacekeepers would demand your papers and push you around if you gave them any lip, and they weren’t exactly the highlight of my daily routine. I dug in my. He was trying hard not to empty his ball-sack full of semen straight down her throat and into her stomach.“Ah, girl, you have to stop unless you want to swallow my seed already,” he managed to warn her.With relief, Giselle let the whole length of his shaft slide out of her mouth, the entire black length glistening wet with her saliva, proving she had swallowed every inch. She stood up and began to remove first her dress, then her elegant brassiere and matching knickers. Mobu admired first her. I'dlike to go back to the creation of Jenny. You know that the boutique usedto be closed on Mondays. Well, when I felt that she could go out withoutcausing comment; I decided we should do a semi public transformation,starting as John and ending as Jenny."I had decided to do the him-to-her transformation in a leisurely manner,including some basic shopping and a first beauty session. So the eveningbefore, I had him ensure that there was no unfeminine body hair. When westarted the day I had him. There were two boxes with equal lengths of chain between them. This had to be for the globes. There was no key, though, until I thought of what was around my neck. There was still a lot of slack in the chain so it could get a lot larger. Two pegs in the wall were enough for the man that visited our house but not good enough for me.There was a long carpet runner on the floor. I pushed the end through the portal and stacked books on it. The girls were smart and pulled the books through. Then I.