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... and he could feel it trickling down one thigh. He started to put his breast back into its cup when he heard Dana say, "What are you doing? No. No, no, no... you're... not done yet. Lie down." "Uh... I don't know..." Sam started, but the truth was, he was aching fiercely. "Lie down, Sam." Sam lay down. Dana leaned over him, her hands busy, and Sam raised his arms, allowing Dana to pull the t-shirt over his head. He felt his red hair tumble down around his face as Dana expertly unclasped his bra, releasing the pale, soft mounds on his chest. Sam looked down as Dana unbuttoned his shorts and pulled them off, revealing the purple panties with their soaked gusset. They quickly joined the bra on the floor. Dana looked down at Sam, who was gazing at her with mingled fear and expectation. Dana licked her lips, and she dove onto him. *** Joe thrust the pad and pencil away from him in frustration. They fell to the ground, and a nearby librarian frowned at him. He scowled back, jerked his hoodie over his head and stalked away, fingering the gold cock ring in his pocket. Nothing! Absolutely nothing! A few half-assed accounts buried deep in some conspiracy sites, clearly written by lunatics, and a bunch of fantasies written by people who desperately wanted what he so desperately needed to rid himself of. He could feel his pussy gently, rythmically tensing. It was sticky and moist, the urge to have it satisfied... filled with something hard... growing stronger. He had been horny nearly ...

... every hour of every day since becoming a girl, and he was getting so tired of it. He left the library, and started to walk home. A hand pinched and pulled at the yoga pants covering his full behind, plucking the red silk panties out from between his ass cheeks. As he walked, he pondered in the slow, methodical way that he had. He couldn't find anything concrete on the internet, and a search of the few books the library had on the occult had yielded confusing myth and little else. He read about Tiresias, and Circe, and various legends of shapechanging b**sts and deities, but nowhere did it mention the use of a sexual aid to do it! His head sank, and he felt his long blonde hair brush his cheeks. He bit his lip, feeling its feminine softness and plumpness. Sexual aid. That ring had to come from somewhere. It didn't just magically appear on the side of the road. Did it? No, he had to draw the line somewhere. That ring was on the side of the road because...? He chewed on that for a while. It had to be on the side of the trans- canada because someone had thrown it there, most likely from a vehicle. Why would they throw it out, or away? He watched his feet moving, one over the other, his hips swaying and his thighs gently jiggling with each step under the thin stretchy fabric of the yoga pants. He stared at his flat crotch. A man wouldn't have thrown it out. A man would have felt the urge to put it on, and having done so, found himself a woman. He would have kept the ring, as Joe had, ...