With the late morning sunlight streaming in through the bay windows, she was a fragile, delicate nymph, her alabaster skin gleaming like polished marb...le. Her figure was taking on the lush contours of dawning womanhood: from her slender, tapering legs to her wide, curving hips, she was blossoming like some ripening, succulent fruit.Illuminated by a subtle backglow, she stepped back to her bed and picked up her brief, pastel sundress. Her heart hammered against her ribs as she drew the frock on. But my torture was onlybeginning.I then felt my shirt changing. My short sleeves snaked their way up myarm until they covered even my fingertips. The sleeves tightened, andgrew soft and satiny as they did. I realized the sleeves had changedinto shoulder length gloves. My shoulders felt strange, and I couldsee what actually remained of my sleeves ballooning out, looking likepumpkins! My neckline plunged very deep, exposing just the top of mybreasts. A trim of lace went along the neckline. Like Jasmine, I received physical abuse from her, but not as much (still too much if you ask me). She would deliberately smash and break anything while I’m around and use whatever brains she had to blame it on me. Some of the excuses were complete stupidity while others I had to admit actually made me think that I was responsible. I gotta say, out of all my sisters, Stephanie’s my favourite. She was the same height as me (5’6”) so she didn’t belittle me, which made me like her a lot. Her. I liked women. I'd dated quite a few, in fact. I enjoyed sex with women! I loved the feel of my cock sliding into a woman's moist, warm pussy, and being thus enveloped by it; and yet, I also enjoyed a good blow job, and Marvin was the best cock sucker I'd ever known! I frequently assured myself that I was just seeing Marvin for the money (which was not a stingy amount), and yet, there were certain times where I'd find myself wondering whether I could live, exclusively that is, as an older gay.