There was a guy shouting through the door and itsounded like Peter. Instinctively John rushed to the door and pulled itopen. It was Peter, he rushed i...n, he was carrying Donna in his arms andshe was bleeding heavily from the head."Please Susan, you have to help us. Donna and I were out walking and shewas hit by a car. She's really hurt Donna, you have to give me the ringsso I can fix this," he begged.He needn't have begged as I was still compelled to obey him and Donnaanyway, but he was. I then came and sat on the Bar alone for some Drinks till I noticed this Lady standing next to me with her drink. A Foreigner of almost my age.Mahn! She looked damn beautiful in her white short dress. Suddenly she took her drink and turned around and our eyes met.“Hii! Happy New Year!” I said without wasting the time and opportunity.“Happy New Year!” She said with a smile and we both kept chatting with each other for a long time. Her name was Joana. She was from London. Was here on a Business. And that is why, when we had finally broken through the tree line and climbed those final two hundred yards to the very peak of the mountain, the expression upon her face was one of triumph – of physical, mental, and spiritual triumph. And then, I had simply pointed toward the east, toward the distant mountain range, the very same range I had seen daily as a young child. Already, the upper-left curvature of the sun had sneaked past the jagged outline of a distant mountain peak, and together,. Breasts unfurl from my chest and hide timidly behind the remaining shreds of my t-shirt. My dick and balls tuck up and into me, and the remaining cleft in between my legs hollows out a tunnel into my belly terminating in a womb. Almost instantly I feel myself grow wet and needy. My tail plays out across the ground, long and thin like a whip. I flex my toes and gouge deep gashes in the carpet.For a moment I’m lost in this new body. The sensations of my skin. Of my sex. It’s blissful. I could.