"I’m sorry. But I can’t help myself. Your stories are the bomb. You should work harder on that book." she said."Thanks for your support. I might n...eed to write one after you get me fired." I said in exasperation.She giggled and said, “Relax Eric. I’m not going to do that. But I do like your work and I want to continue reading your stories.”"Did you check out my blog?" I asked."I sure did. That’s why I called. You’ve gotten me so wound up I can’t go to sleep." she said.I didn’t know what to say. ” When she saw the bulge in my shorts, she reached up and rubbed it. “Mmm. You seem to be aroused already.” “And your rubbing me is a good part of what you should do.” “Okay.” “Now, what do you think you should do next?” “Um, take it out?” “Right.” So little Brigitte pulled my cock out of my boxer shorts and held it in her hand. “It feels hard, but soft, too.” “Now stroke it slowly.” She stroked my cock slowly and it got harder and larger. “Oh wow! It gets big, really fast!” “Now lick the head. I suddenly felt tingly all over and fell to sleep.In the morning I was excited to see Aunt Sharon in bed next to me. Shewas herself again, and I had become a little girl. Aunt Sharon smiled at me."Good morning, Denise. It's still kind of early, so why don't you put onyour pajamas and go slip into bed with Debbie." I did exactly that.I was so happy to not be the mother, to not be so old. It was so muchbetter to be a little girl. I greatly enjoyed being a little girl in thedays that followed. I. Somebody was holding me and causing more pain. I tried to curl up to at least avoid some of it but it didn't work."Piper, snap out of it. We need you. Forget the pain. It's in your own mind." More pain came to my face as my head was violently moved to one side. Three more surges made my head ring even more and I tried to crawl away from it.A sudden shock came to my face but it was cold water. It went up my nose and in my mouth. I began to sputter and moved again to get away. Another slap came.