” You wink at me, rising from the couch. I take your outstretched hand, intertwining our fingers, and smiling at you as you lead me towards your roo...m. A short walk down a sparse hallway, one right turn into a darkened bedroom, the drapes closed and only the sliver of light under the door to the adjacent bathroom sets a shadowy scene. You gently sit me on the bed, my hand feeling the fluffy red satin duvet. I’ve never been in your bedroom before and it already feels warm and comfortable. I don’t. My breasts began to tingle, then swell. My hips and buttocks expanded. My body hair fell out. I cried out, the high pitched scream of a girl.As my convulsions subsided, I looked at my body. It still had a cock and balls, but they were small, laughable, effeminate. My tits were not large, but pert like a young girl's, sticking straight out of my chest. I felt between my legs, but found no sign of a pussy.?Fear not, woman,? the Shaman said with contempt, ?you will get your woman?s thing. A hard smack came down on a nipple and the sound echoed round the room. Behind the gag Gwen screamed in agony and a tear slowly trickled down her cheek.“Oh fuck, Miss C, this is such fun,” giggle Charlotte and struck the other nipple. I took her chin in my hand and turned her head towards me. Glancing sideways at her mother I kissed Charlotte hard on the lips. As I did so I slipped my hand under her top and found her pert young breasts. I took a nipple between finger and thumb and squeezed. ‘Mendenhall’s game farm,’ he replied. ‘It is located about a hundred miles west of here.’ ‘Let me get this straight, you are looking for someone to drive three or four hours up there and the same back to bring you turkeys?’ ‘Well it is only a hundred miles,’ he replied. ‘And it is only Christmas Eve. Have you ever driven on a Christmas Eve?’ I asked it shortly. ‘Actually I don’t recall that I have.’ ‘Trust me, you are talking eight hours round trip minimum.’ ‘It is four now, if your man leaves.