I could see a tiny amount of development in my nipples andthe areolas had grown and changed colour. My nipples had certainly becomemore sensitive.I ha...d a shortish rib cage and a long waist. The regular use of a corsethad changed my shape a little. I now had more of a waist, even when I wasnot wearing it. My hips were wide for a man and my bum had softened, alittle, in shape. From the back, I could be taken as female.My arms had become less muscular and were hairless. My legs looked good.They. The men had both perished - drowned, in all likelihood, and then been washed onto the beach. But the woman was alive, though barely so. Joanne and Annie managed to bury the two men, utilising bits of wreckage as makeshift shovels. They carried the unconscious young lady, scarcely any older than Annie, up to their temporary shelter.Francesca Moroni opened her eyes to see two very young, very lovely and very naked young ladies looking down at her with mingled concern and relief. Their concern was. He checked to be sure he had a pressed white shirt and draped the tie over its collar.Deciding he still needed to get things done, he gathered his dirty laundry and went about his chores, cleaning up the breakfast dishes when he found them in the sink. He finally left to do his laundry when all else was done.Several hours later, he was plodding the last few steps to his apartment, lugging the laundry bag over his shoulder, when Doug popped out of his apartment."Hey, dude! How they hangin'?" The. “Your mom, we have to go in” I said.We broke apart, walking towards the house, she held my hand, our fingers entwined, her hand squeezing mine. The house was in darkness except for a single light coming from my bedroom, the reading lamp. Slowly we walked towards the bedroom door, both of us disappointed. Sammi entered first, in a low voice she said, “Mom are you awake, I’m home” my wife stirred, but a gentle snore as I sat on the side of the bed told me she was asleep.Sammi turned away, to walk.