No longer my hairy, muscle bound body, but a soft hairless skinny child. I looked further, no penis, no testicles. Tears in my eyes I looked up at Cin...dy and Charlotte. Their eyes were wide with amazement.Suddenly Charlotte started laughing and then hugged her sister screaming, 'It works, it works.'Cindy still smiling left her sisters embrace and reached down and pulled the now loose ring from my finger, no not my finger, the finger of a child, I sobbed as I realised it was mine, as was the rest. I stood up and let my pants fall to the floor, as she knelt down and took my cock in her hands. She played with me for a few seconds, her hands seemed so small, then she took me into her mouth. She was enthusiastic but not a very good cock sucker. Soon I got her to stand up and jump into my arms, her legs wrapping around me. Her naked body was light enough that I had no problem getting her into place so she could slide down onto my hard shaft. She was an incredibly tight fit, even though her. This time Linda was still sleeping, her upper body was out of her sleeping bag and she was wearing a white t-shirt. The fact that she was a sleep gave me a chance to look at her. And then i saw the contours and color a her nipples through her t shirt. Her brests were a nice b/c cup and her nipples were in beautiful proportion. I took a good glance, taking a mental picture, before i went in to the shower. I closed the bathroom door best i could, and turned the hot water on. Whilst it was heating. She reflected on the pastor at her old church, some of the older people, and the other kids her own age. She remembered the nice older boy who died of leukemia and how Mrs. Newland, their Sunday School teacher tried to help them make sense of it. She recalled, excepting for the long, usually boring, sermons, church was a pretty fun place. She remembered the girl gossip, and the boys with their stupid lack of manners. She remembered the tricks the boys tried to play on them at summer retreat..