Somehow I managed.Setting there I tried to tune out the strange sense of self I now had.The sense of having someone else's self! I struggled for a bit... with thetuxedo jacket, trying to cover the prominent protrusions that wereShannon's breasts. The breasts that were now testing the limits of thedress shirt she wore. Giving up on covering them with the jacket, Icontinued to attempt to position my new lady legs. Trying to keep themin a position that didn't create sensations in the gap between. They were learning some new routines and practice sessions were pretty intense. Even though I wasn't participating with the squad at games I was working closely with them demonstrating some of the moves. I was lifting and tossing these heavenly bodies much of the time. Physical contact was very common and the girls didn't mind at all, in fact they seemed to actually like it and asked for more.At each of the sessions on the field there would be a group of boys watching our every move. I thought. She was licking from the base of my balls to the head sometimes taking my balls in her mouth and chewing it. Then she did the most awesome thing. She went down completely and put her tongue at the entrance of my asshole.I pushed her further down and forced her mouth inside me. Now she started focussing only on my asshole which I was also liking. I also started abusing her calling her a whore, randi, slut. I then turned around and got down on my fours. She was licking my hole from behind and. After a light breakfast with Aunt Helene, who was very reassuring when I voiced my worries to her, I left to pick up Denise.She still looked at little haggard from her multiple therapy sessions yesterday.“Ahhhh,” she sighed as she got into the car, “I had a rough night. Bad dreams.”“Maybe it’s your subconscious, trying to flush out all those poisonous memories.”“Yeah, well, I sure feel flushed this morning. Like down the toilet.”“Sorry. Wish I could make you think happy thoughts. I felt good.