My makeup was done and I was ready. My pussy juices were already flowing when I poured myself a glass of wine. Again my mind went back to what my man ...had been saying all week and within a few moments I found myself stroking my pussy and very hard clit. I decided I could not wait any longer so I went into the bedroom, picked out a few toys and set up my video camera.I propped myself up on the bed and started pleasuring myself. Since I was not expecting my man for a couple more hours and no one. I remained limp and unresisting as she wiped my bottom andgenitals with a handful of cool moist baby wipes, making sure I wasperfectly clean down there."Come here, baby." Aunty June grunted with effort when she lifted me downfrom the change table, and she half-carried, half-dragged me over to anupright wooden chair near the mirrored vanity unit. She sat down on thehard wooden seat first and arranged her long denim skirt over her lap,and then lifted me face-down over her knees. My left arm was. That too joined the rest of her clothes. Finally she reached behind her and unsnapped her bra and laid it on her blouse then in nothing but her panties she donned the paper garment, backwards of course. She looked at herself in the small mirror over the sink, shrugged her shoulders and sat on the edge of the exam table and waited. It seemed like an eternity until the door finally opened and her Richard stood there in his white doctor's coat with his stethoscope slung around his neck.He smiled. He dropped a few inches in height, and his body outline became softer. Soon, he began growing pleasantly rounded bulges around his buttocks and... began spouting breasts. His hair began to cascade around his shoulders, a long straw blonde. His lips became full, his jawline softened, his nose became sculptured and his eyes blue. His rough acned skin tone became porcelain white. Mr. Jackson had become a woman. Rachel gestured again, and suddenly Mr. Jackson found himself decked in streetwalker.