30 he asked her if she would drop him off at home when she finished work. She knew he lived about three miles out of town. She hesitated but then he t...old her that he knew she wanted him as much as he wanted her and that this was their last chance for at least a month.She smiled and said ‘ok then, but this is a one off and no-one must ever know’, he replied ‘I know that Sally’. Then she told him to meet her in the car park by her car.She finished work at about five to 8 ad got her coat, it was. The male victim develops embellished female anatomical features until he is physically, genetically, and mentally one hundred percent female. This, of course, means that the man grows completely functional mammary glands and has his male genitalia replaced with a vagina and ovaries.Transformed male victims are said to lose part of their memories of their previous life. It seems that somehow the virus is able to implant false memories that lead the victim to believe he has always been. “You who?” I said. “You know who!” he said with a naughty tone. By now my anxiety levels had receded. “What do you want from an old lady like me? You don’t have a girlfriend?” I asked. “Well, you are my girlfriend auntyji” he said and giggled. “Don’t call me aunty ok?” I said. “Well, you consider yourself old, so I thought of paying you respect!” He said. The k**do was smart. “Can’t you show the same respect in the bus?” I said with a fake angry tone. “I respect your sex appeal than your age!”. "I'm burning up."Patsy winked. "She's dynamite. The four of us will have some great parties." Not to mention the ones with you-know-who." Margie added."Who's that?" Cissy moaned, staggering to her feet."You'll find out." Patsy said. "Let's go." Shouldn't I get dressed first?" Cissy hesitated."It would be a waste of time." Patsy said, taking her arm. "There's no one around, let's go."Patsy and Cissy, both naked, ran across to the barn, their tits bouncing and their asses jiggling. Margie.