Sunday, 29 August 2021

Waiting my turn. By Rhodry




Anthony and William thou kind of people, are sorta those know all. That there option matters and there right matter what. They met a couple of prostitutes.

Well they said there prostitutes, they dress said they were.
And they believe them sorta. Or what they said.
They said if we you, we wouldn't said to no to any guy.
Both girls looked at each other. And smiled. It was like they knew what each other was thinking. And then looked at us.
One of them are you sure about this?
William said yes, I'm willing: he said.
As both Anthony and William both were doing to the girls. As we were half looking at them, you could swear there eyes were glowing, and there there hands too, but both of them thought, it was the drinks they had or the sexually pleasure were getting or giving.
What happen next, they woke up, a hour or so later, they were shock and confused. When both of them each other they thought, each other, was one of the prostitute.
Then message active on there phones.
Hello, Bitches, you said, if were us, have sex, on the time. Oh yes, we decided, to take out, your bodies for awhile.
As the shock was still there, they don't know where they lived. So they decided to find a friend who might, might believe two beautiful woman that looked like prostitutes. That were once Anthony and William.
They came to his place, told the story, surprise he believe, how he did that is unknown.
They would stay with them, if they keep house, until they could figure out , what to do.
Several months later, they were still there, both Antony and William. adjust to being girls, sorta. And there needs for sex was still there, but being prostitutes was not options, they were still guest there, so Tony was more than willing to help, there. William have to relieve his, feminine sexual tenses. Anthony was enjoying his self as a girl.
They still was looking there male bodies, and nothing. The problem is there adjust being girls. A couple of more months, they probably won't want to return being guys. That what worries him. That getting to being a girls, the clothes, the sex. Oh no I'm starting to get used to it.

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