With each delightful thrust from each man’s hard cock, the woman who stepped into that apartment the earlier that morning had transformed into someo...ne else. Like a caterpillar emerging from its chrysalis, metamorphosing into an unrecognisable beautiful, slutty butterfly. It had always been inside her to become the person stood in that bathroom, even if she didn’t recognise herself in that moment.I guess I should take you back. Our sexy butterfly was a Twenty-Eight-year-old, English woman called. Dad, as much as anyone one else,wanted to become a grandparent, and now that it was possible he was morethan happy to accept me as I was. He was still being selfish, but thisselfishness I could understand, and if it brought down the barrierbetween us, I was ready to accept him too. We all ordered from the dessert menu and talked for hours.That summer was one to remember for weddings. Amber and Brian gotmarried first at a church. Amber wore a beautiful halter top gown withbead work covering. Now, tell me of your journey and what brings you here. Does Agar want to trade?’“No,” Gogra replied turning solemn as he said the words. “Agar is dead. He passed to the spirit world last winter. A chill took him. Now Mondo leads the Horse People. I have left them seeking refuge here. Will you grant it?”I wanted to say yes without a hint of reservation, but I didn’t. I was leader of this community and I needed to know more before making such a decision.“I grieve to hear that Agar sleeps in the. . its already too late.I took the things inside and I immediately took off my clothes and wentup to the full length mirror in the living room. I looked at my fat...short pathetic looking body... my dick was still erect from my earlierchat... but it was rather small nonetheless.I looked at the ring... closing my eyes... I placed it on my finger... Ididn't feel anything... nothing... I opened my eyes expecting to see myold pathetic self... but I nearly screamed when the image before me was ahot.