A crap shoot was better than a certain strong masculine change. He frantically scratched the desired modification, and finally set the new sheet in pl...ace of the old. He held the old sheet, looking at it for a second, and as the shadow of Dr. Roberts fell on the frosted glass of the office window, he folded it and stuck it in his pocket.Glen knew what he'd done was a huge risk. The Conrad Sequence was uncontrollable. Glen knew whatever modification happened, it would be biomorphic. That much he. ‘Come over here.’ I did and he stood up. He undid the button on his pants and slipped them off. Then he took off his shirt. ‘Take off my shorts.’ I slid his boxers down and his hard cock sprung out at me. He sucked in his breath as I touched it cautiously. ‘What now?’ I asked. He smiled and licked his lips again. ‘Now comes the fun part. Now you try to stay away from me. Struggle and scream all you can. And when I catch you and throw you on the bed, you keep fighting.’ ‘Then what?’ I whispered.. "I'm moving in this evening. Please get it ready." I left the house and went shopping for a car. I found a used Mercedes Benz E280 in reasonable condition and 'persuaded' the salesman and his manager to let me have it on hire-purchase. Under normal circumstances a guarantor would have been required for hire purchase. I even got the manager to replace all four tyres before I drove it away. When I returned to the house, my room had been cleaned and the bed properly covered.Later, I got a new ID. With her hair cascading down around her shoulders and breasts she looked simply beautiful. I couldn't help but think thoughts that I shouldn't be thinking. I wondered what it would be like to touch that body of hers? To caress her pale skin? To cup my hands around her breasts? I was breathing harder and faster for sure and I realize that my wayward thoughts had had another effect on me. My pussy was getting wet. This was not normal, I'd never ever thought about girls like that, and I'd seen.