A Second Chance to Make It RightChapter 4
I lay in bed that night, thinking about all that had happened to me in the last twenty four hours. I went from being a man, fifty eight years old, on his deathbed in 2012 to being a fifteen year old girl in 1968. I still wasn't use to this body. I could move in ways that I hadn't been able to in my entire life. I marveled at its near perfect skin, the heaviness of my breasts, the sexual responsiveness to any stimulation, my perfect eyesight. I could do a lot with this body. The first thing...