His frame was smaller, his face had changed to acherry apple shape with deep blue eyes and thick dark lashes. Cupid bowlips showed traces of gloss and... his nose was smaller and upturned.That, along with the long hair confirmed that Chris had somehow turnedinto a girl!His heart began jackhammering as he took his new self in. He wasdressed in a pink flannel nightgown with butterflies all over it. Hisarms and legs felt longer but he felt smaller. He looked at himself fora long while and then. “Quick fuck me” he yelled “my wife thinks I am playing golf. Now I want a hole in one”. He tried to push me down further and I finally decided to finish this. I did move down and impaled myself on his cock and rode him until I realised he was close. I quickly dismounted and seconds later he came with no help from me. “Oh shit you bitch” he screamed “you filthy bitch”. I stood by the bed, dipped two fingers in my pussy and rubbed them over his mouth. Then walked out into the dressing room and. Once I was dressed I dug out a packet of Jaffa Cakes and a bottle of Vimto from my saddle-bag and returned to my captive, detouring to fetch the chair on my way.She had thrashed around a little and had moved herself partly off the coat and onto the cold wooden floor."Oh you silly girl, Miss Holland, you've got yourself all mucky! Let's get you on your feet and then we can get you sorted out."I untied the ankle cord, and helped her up. She started to make sounds through her gag."Frances, shut. The second husband immediately slid into position and began pounding away in my wife's noisy-wet cunt. He only took a few minutes to cum, and after he was finished, the two men laid there, totally exhausted. To my shock and amazement, my wife got up and paraded around the room totally naked. She asked if either of the guys was ready to go again. They both moaned and said they were spent.As she bent to pick up her clothes, I raced back to our room, undressed, and slid under the covers pretending.