“Well, this is awkward,” Wesley said as he straddled the chair, without thinking about the nice flat crotch line that he was exposing. “While this chick’s body is nice to look at, I don’t wanna be inside it in this way; now tell me there’s a way back.”
This long summer holiday had been fun, but Travis decided it was time to call it quits. He had to return to work starting on Monday morning. And while he regretted the idea of trading back this luscious form for his chubby ol’ body and his boring job, he did need to bring in a paycheck, and lounging on the couch in a pink nightie wasn’t going to do that.
Jed and Ned were hot and thirsty from being outdoors. They unscrewed Jed’s garden hose, and turned on the water with Jed grasping the water faucet with his hand out to get the cold water for them. Suddenly they blacked out, and when the two came too, things were different!
Gary thought, “What could be better here?”
“Thanks for helping me do my hair, Sis,” said Tomiko (formerly Tom), privately kicking herself at how even the most basic things made her feel incompetent. Chagrin didn’t even begin to describe her frustration and helplessness.
“Who is that girl I see, staring straight back at me?
Why is my reflection someone I don’t know?”
It all used to be so simple, me and my buddy Ted. We’ve known each other since we were just little kids playing in the sandbox. We went to school together, hung out together, grew up together through good times and bad.
When I came to, I was already tied up to the table. I was groggy at first but I started to feel something pistoning inside me and pulling my hair. Wait, why is my hair so long? Oh my god I’m being fucked! A loud high pitched moan confirmed my suspicions. I was a girl. Well more accurately I was his little fuck doll. He would keep me at that table for days and by the time he untied me, I knew that I belonged to him.
“Sigmund Freud was right,” Will muttered to himself as he eyed the cock waving before his eyes and bit his lips.
Tom and his wife Sally had both been devastated by the news that their darling daughter Kathleen had been killed in a car crash while just in her second year in college. She hadn’t even been driving; it had been her boyfriend Matthew behind the wheel.