It must be some kind of nightmare.Kelly stood beside him, holding him up with a rather wicked look in hereyes he'd never seen before. Her words were a... blur as he looked inhorror at the reflection. They'd been in Mexico for two weeks already,with him kept sedated since the middle of their flight. He had beenbrought to a special clinic almost immediately for the work oftransformation to begin. It was work that had combined hormonetreatment as well as surgery.She was wrapping up her explanation. An Earth native would have gagged at the taste but it had a mix of amino acids that he craved.While sitting in the sun, apparently dozing to any observer, Bezig compressed the walls of a pit some two feet in diameter and twenty feet deep. The remaining wood from the construction projects slid over the ground as if it had a will and intent. The corner beams erected themselves, then the cross members were fastened to the beams with brass screws. Sheets of plywood crawled up the frame and held. I told her I want to see it in person and touch it. She gets a little nervous, and looks around on the outside to see if cars ain't coming. She gets off and makes her way around my side and pulls her pants down. All that was coming out of my mouth is "Daaammnn" and I start to spank it and rub that pussy. A car pops up and she quickly pulls her pants back up and comes back into my car. We move into another area of the parking lot that was darker because she wants to get more freaky.So we end up. Marcus: “Wow! You look great!”Marci: “Thanks! What do I do now?”Marcus: “Just stand in front of that sheet and when I say ‘action’ start with your full name and age and then tell us everything about yourself. And when I say everything, I mean stuff like weight, height, measurements, where you were born…. like you’re filling out an application for something. After that we’ll take some still photos.”Marci: “Okay. I understand.”She got into position as Marcus set up the camera. After a few minutes.