We went out to his car, a sporty new Mercedes E350, and he drove the few blocks to my apartment, all the while I couldn’t keep my eyes off the growi...ng bulge in his pants, all ready he looked huge and I couldn’t wait to see just how big it got. When we stopped in front of my building, I led him up the stairs and down the hall to my apartment, a small studio that overlooked the street below. When the door closed, he was all over me in a flash, holding me close to him and his lips greedily taking. They overpower women and men but it is dominate women that guide the area. They were behind many president and kings. They believe is a manifest Destiny of sorts. The idea is they feel they can sense who is dominant and who is submissive. They feel everyone has a place. The problem is not everyone knows they submissive and because of which they have to be push. A How they determine this said to be by a sort of six senses that make the dominant women intone with the submissive of the world. They. I was becoming pretty. My hair was getting longer, my jaw line and cheek bones where changing too. You could no longer tell that I was me. Soon the transformation was complete. I had a pretty feminine face. Her face. From the navel up, I was a girl! No!!!! "There. Just like you wanted. You're pretty now! Just like you wished for." "No!" I yelled. But her thoughts and feelings kept filling my mind. I felt a strong desire to make myself look feminine and sexy. I wanted to dress up in something. "You've been spying on me?" All the time. It's an obsession." What--what did you see?" She smiled as she looked into my eyes."I saw you doing some very kinky things with Rod. And those three other guys. And more than that I saw you changing your clothes and sunbathing a lot. You've got an incredible body--I couldn't look away!" Oh, I feel so violated!" Cyndi giggled. "Did you like what you saw?" I wouldn't have put my cock inside you if I didn't, right, Sis?" Oh, I don't know..."I put my lips.