Oxygen rushed into my nose and mouth and I relaxed.Then I understood.I cursed myself for not having realized it before. Perhaps I didn't wantto know. ...Perhaps I was too damn frightened. Perhaps it was my sluggishmind.They were called nano-bliminals and they flooded into the helmet making aquick high-pitched backwards sounding chirp. Having been an aspiring geneticist once, I remembered a little aboutthem. They did what nanos do; reconfigured cells. Only these had beenespecially designed to. “It‘s a lovely hard cock, Bill,” she said, “Just like my nipples…” “Jane…what are you doing here!” finally he got out some words as he realised who she was but not what was happening. “Fuck…” Bill’s passing comment brought a smile to Jane’s face. She walked in front of him and positioned herself between him and the woman getting fucked up her arse on the TV. “Is the porn doing it for you hun!” she exclaimed, “Well, if it is…why don’t you watch this instead.” Jane bent over in front of Bill and. Could it get any worse? You bet it could. I complained to Marnie thatit looked stupid for me to be in panties, with my crotch hair stickingout around the edges. She agreed. Except that, instead of letting meget out of the girly underwear, she said the hair would have to go. Saywhat? She even has a laser shaver, that does a perfect job of making mesmooth down there, which is what she did. Then, if you can believe it,she goes on about how it looks odd for me to have hair anywhere else onmy. She said we were, and proceeded to lead me to her room. Whilst walking to her room I asked her if she indeed got me a present to which she smiled back at me and said "oh yes.. definitely" As we entered her room, laid out on the bed was an array of dildos, vibrators and lingerie. She looked like she had purchased the entire lovehoney back catalogue! She handed me a fishnet crotchless bodystocking, with peekaboo holes for my large soft 44H breasts to be exposed. She insisted I go get dressed into.