”"Ha-ha, I believe my sides have split with laughing. No cheeky, I am not writing a letter or even a note to the Milkman."“A note! Since when did ...you use me when writing him a note?”“I don’t, and for your information, he is a she.”“I bet you use Full Stop though.”“Not that I remember.”(Usually just a flirty note about how many I need today, with inference on her fingers.)“Ok, now I am little intrigued.”“Good, then follow me upstairs.”“Upstairs? You never write upstairs.”“Who said anything about. When Ashley pleaded, “Love me,” he was more than ready.Kneeling in front of her with her lower body hanging off the sofa, he pushed in halfway and then extracted until only the head remained in her. After a pause, he pushed in further. Ashley wrapped her legs around his butt and pulled him into her more firmly, not letting him escape a deep penetration of her body. He angled up into her and pushed, his glans again striking her G-spot. She came again. And again.He moved faster inside her then,. By now she was mourning and I was enjoying it so much.I made her kiss me and by now she was also crazy like me. She started pressing her thigh more tightly towards my pussy now and pressing my big boobs. I was feeling every bit of her warm and soft body. I inserted my hand inside hertop and cupped one of her boob with my fist.What a feeling it was. Another hand wentinside her panty and feels her soft pussy. Now she was completely hot and turned on. She started removing my nighty and I also. My hands became slimmer and softer, my fingers longer as were my fingernails.Now Helen moved onto my face while her prot?g?es smoothed my neck. As my Adams apple vanished she gently kissed each ear, each eye, my nose, my mouth and my chin, my cheeks and my forehead, each one changing as she did and from the reflection in the mirror that still stood there, I could see the physical side of the change had been completed. I was nothing like Ken Clarke in drag - I simply wasn't me anymore.Helen's.