"When you've got a stiffy on guys can't pee." How do I get rid of it?" Cathy asked.Peter giggled in a girlish way she never would have and said with a... verypretty blush from Cathy's new perspective. "Same as every other blokewith a morning hardon. Having a wank usually sorts it." He giggled againand said. "Trust me you'll enjoy it same as every other bloke does andif you need something to help you along have a look in my bottom drawbecause there's a couple of issues of Penthouse and Playboy in. The only reason why I was actually going through with this first changewas because Grandpa would be right there to stop me if something wentwrong, and even then a small part of me wondered if he would be able toif things went bad. Still, he made the very compelling argument that Icouldn't keep the wolf locked inside me forever because there wouldcome a time when it would force itself out either through extremeemotion or simple fatigue from fighting against it.Now I know what you're thinking,. ”She bit her lip again. “And I really will be beautiful?”I nodded my head.She looked around at the other women all signing, their pens scratching as they initialed and scrawled their names, turning through the legal documents. There were florescent arrows stuck to the documents in each spot that required their attention.She initialed twice, signed at the bottom, flipped the page.“Excellent,” I said, Carter gathering up the papers. He was a docile man, dosed with a modified version of the bimbo. The next morning I called Katy Gleason. Apparently she knew me by reputation (or perhaps knew of me through Paul), for she took the call immediately. ‘I want to talk to you about Paul,’ I said. I was in no mood for niceties. ‘Not on the phone,’ Katy said. Her voice was rich, and had an almost honest quality to it that encouraged me. ‘ Come to my office in two hours. ‘ ‘I’m coming right now.’ I said, and hung up the phone without giving her a chance to protest. Within half an hour I was walking.