Everyone thought it was so fucking funny. Except for me.What the heck. Lucy is a great looking woman, at least to me. Most people agree she's the best... looking mother on the block, if that means anything. We get along well. Our interests coincide. I guess I could put up with people calling me 'Ricky'.We dated, got married, had a kid or two — I think it's two. Moved to the neighborhood. Joined the PTA. Entered a bowling league. Bitched about property taxes. Argued from time to time. And tried to. I picked Susan up at her apartment. I had carried passengers before, but not often, and she lived on a steep hill, so it was a little harrowing getting underway. We stopped at her bank so she could get some pocket money and got on the highway. There is a state route nearby, that had once been an indian trail, and now is lined with souvineer shops and aluminum tee-pees along with some of the most breathtaking scenery and beautiful vistas. The only problem is the scenery starts a good hours drive. She felt something inside her that needed to be outside. Grace had cramps and gently gave a few pushes as she felt something coming out of her former vagina. Within a few seconds the transformation was complete.For a few minutes Grace and Michael just stood there looking at each other. Michael once again looked down his shirt and he saw two breasts sticking out of his chest, he then felt his crouch and noticed that his member was missing. Grace also felt her new crouch and felt a hard member. Christi had skipped four courses with AP credits, was ten times the writer Harker was, and found his pretentious blather in class boring. But she was in buttering-up mode and playing the bimbo seemed to work with him. Harker beamed, predictably, the embarrassment at his recreational activity fading. ‘So what are you doing in the chem library, Christi? I thought you were an education major or something.’ ‘Oh, I was in communications, but I’m thinking of switching to psych,’ she lied. ‘They want.