She pulled the towel closed and tucked it in just above her breasts and sat back down on the bed and continued to dry her hair. Sitting on the bed she... was facing me drying her hair, every now and then looking up to see if I was watching. She would bend over to dry the back of her hair showing me her cleavage wrapped in the towel. At one point the tuck came open with the towel gaping open again exposing her breasts. She let it fall off her back. She stood again, her nakedness exposed to me in. "Of course I do," Jon admitted. "But, you used to be man!" Do I look like a man?" she whispered seductively as she pushed her perkybreasts together with her slender arms. "Face it Jon. I'm not Larryanymore. And I don't want to change back. Why don't you enjoy what youcreated?" Kristina smiled, her cheeks dented with cute dimples. Just afew days ago, she had been a 40 year old man. He had been dying of agenetic disorder when he was introduced to Jon at the hospital. Jon wasworking on a virus to. My balance was completely different, andI wasn't used to the mass of my breasts moving about under their ownmomentum. I hadn't noticed while I was laying on the floor, but I nowhad a head full of curly blonde hair. Now that I was standing, it wasall around me. It seemed like any move I made was followed with a secondof jiggling breasts and a wave of blonde curls cascading into view.I had to find and confront my neighbor. Two steps into the next room Ifound him. He had been waiting on me, caught. I began to spread it around with my hands, warming to the task. “Okay. Let’s have the rest and spare no details!” I continued my massage of her back, slowly dropping lower. “I think we were in the initial embrace when I left the story. Naked hot flesh surrounded me and John was running his hands down my sides as he kissed my neck. His hands wound around and one began rubbing my wet pussy while the other grabbed Brad’s erect cock, masturbating it. Brad was sucking on my breasts and rubbing the.