Kajal was topless, sitting there only in her jeans. And standing next to her was Heera, one of the shop-floor workers, his erect cock right next to he...r face. Kajal had a smile on her face and was looking at someone in another corner of the room. Finally. I heard her say,“Yousuf, why don’t you just give me the phone and I’ll turn the sound off.” “No way. I like this music. I hope people keep calling.” Yusuf, another worker who I could not see from my vantage point, replied. As soon as he. I could feel myself already starting to get wet. He started to take his shirt off and I helped him the rest of the way with it. I took my panties off and threw them at him."Lay down I want my turn." I told him. He did so and plopped right down on the bed like he was relaxing. I undid his pants and pulled them down and he moved around to help me get them off. His cock made his boxers like a tent. I reached into them and pulled out his massive 8 in cock. I took it into my hands and started to. Oh, andboxers. I noticed I had a second, duplicate calendar with the sameschedule as in the kitchen. I was a bit more anal as a man, I snickered.I looked at it. Next to it were a few pictures of me from Edinburgh andof my family growing up.I noticed my purse had been replaced with a wallet which had my passportin it. It had a picture of myself with my new name, Gavin Greer, and mynew birthdate. I was right about the age thing: I was still born on thesame month and day, however instead of 1947. Sheepishly, I stepped out of the door, eyes cast at the ground. I couldn't even look Shirley in the eyes at first. She said nothing. I tilted my head upward and faced her, eyes wide, seeming to say, "Well, here I am."After a moment's pause, she finally said, "Wow... there you are." I nodded. Here I was, indeed. Curious, she asked, "How is it?" You'd know," I muttered softly in my new voice, "you've been one longer than me." Yeah," she reasoned, "but I've always been this way. I don't.