If he would tell anyone that he had traveled between worlds no one would believe him. For everyone else he was just the Dr. Frank Manson he always was... in this world. He had just assumed the life of Dr. Frank Manson from this world, that wasn't much different from his own life. In fact the only difference was that on this world, someone had taken over the life of Frank Manson.***The next morning he woke up, he realized that he had breasts."What the... I'm a woman." he thought while grabbing. Just a faint smile to cross his lips, or a blatant waving of his semi aroused cock in your direction. My heart rate would always race and my cock would quickly become aroused upon such a sign, soon to be encased in the hand of my newfound companion and manipulated. It was only polite to reciprocate, then suggest that we retreat to a vacant cubicle.If I was encamped in a graffiti covered stall, reading the dirty messages and admiring the artwork whilst I slowly rubbed my hard prick, I could make. Out of the cornor of my eye, I caught a glimpse of an image moving closer but unable to see what was going on. I was being stuffed with big black sausages, as I was being fucked silly infront of an audience. Taking about half of the big cock in my mouth, I attempted to move but couldnt. he was now holding my head firmly in place with his meat lodges in my throat... "Mmmm..Mmmm.Mmmm, I moaned, but he just kept pressing down, holding me in place. I felt the hands underneath me reach around and. Don't get me wrong, they were better than what I could do to myself, but it left me to wanting to do more, something different. After spending about a week reading what we could try, it finally hit me - anal. It was a Friday night, and I had spent the day preparing myself for it. Freshly shaved, I brought myself to the edge of an orgasm, but never over, twice. I was buzzing with excitement, nervousness, and anticipation when he got home. As he walked through the door, I ran over to greet him..