Compared to my size she seemed like a giant, but Iguessed she was probably under six-feet tall. I recognized the voice asCaireen's and knew this must ...be her. "Where are we?" Ireland," she said with a smile and I finally caught the accent that Ihad somehow overlooked in all of the weirdness from the night before."Are we really here?"She shook her head. "This is sort of real, but it's in your dreams.There are some Native American tribes here in America that have similarideas, but this is where. You know the car servicing and all that.” She laughed. “I’m used to innuendos and all that. Don’t worry about it.” Sara watched him walk away and wondered which Joe she preferred, the cocky, brash one full of sexual innuendo or the shy quiet one. She felt the dampness of her panties and quickly decided that she preferred the former. She was already married to someone like the latter in character; if she wanted a lover then she would prefer the loud, confident type in bed with her. She never. ..I am... not Okay," I said again. However, itdidn't alter a fact that my voice was still sounding like a soprano. I didnot want to keep speaking and sound like a girl as I am a male. I startedfreaking because things were totally off track.It was merely a short period of time then I experienced my hand weredifferent becoming a female-like hand, my hair grew long and voice waschanged totally. Just at that moment, my brain was stunned, my heart bitran fast and my lips got dry.So, I told myself I. “Like old times?”“I expect so.”Smiling, he stood. Slowly, he undid his belt and slipped off his jeans and undies. Turning towards me, I saw a knowing, superior smile on his face as his cock filled my view. It was a magnificent beast, and a sight I had sorely been missing.“Then you know what to do…”I licked my lips. Yes, I knew what to do. We’d played this game many times before...-----TrishaI rang the doorbell. Rachel answered quickly with a wide smile on her face. She was wearing her cobalt.