My tongue entered tasting her juices. I wanted to explore her but soon breathing was a real necessity. She was suffocating me again! I struggled as mu...ch as my bonds would let me. She moved her hands from her skirt and pressed her pussy's lips tighter over my nose.Now I was in real trouble! I couldn't shake her off. I couldn't breathe. In desperation I tried to bite her. That worked."Ow!" she yelled. She pulled away just enough for me to snatch a breath before she clamped down again. I hadn't. ”He disconnected wondering how he had missed noticing that everyone had a cell phone. He felt that he was missing major changes in the world around him. He wondered if it was time that he went into a major urban area and worked there for a while. He was still teaching one class a semester in Phoenix, but he didn’t spend much time in the town. He picked up the telephone and called the head of the physics department. He told them he wouldn’t be teaching a course next semester, but would return. I was this lanky geek, a horny teenwho'd never dated yet was forced to swim in the hormone-chargedenvironment of high school. I felt I was missing what other guys atschool seemed to be getting, and that was pussy.But now I could change my physical form to whomever I was able to touchand imprint. Who needed to date a woman if you could become one? Thisfever dream began to exterminate all rational thought. I started tofantasize about transforming into a hot chick and checking myself out.As soon. Whew. Bridget was, as I said before, movie star beautiful. She was a natural blond, had a face that could launch an armada, and a body to die for. Trim waist. Beautiful breasts. Bubble butt. You get the picture, I'm sure. There was more, though. When I say she was beautiful, I don't mean just small town beautiful. I mean, she could, literally, have been a movie star or a model, or anything that valued feminine beauty. When she walked into a room, and I'm not exaggerating, all conversation would.