THEN HER BREASTS PEEL AWAY

now she sits, warm and naked, beside me smiling. there is only one thing left, an earring on the left ear. I extend my hand to take it, but she grasps my hand. i am compelled to use force. I grasp the earring and pull it away it is not it would appear an earring at all, but a zip of some sort as i pull, her face, then her breasts peel away i am unable to stop until i have stripped her of this unexpected layer standing before me is a male of twenty years his face is the same as her face, his hair the same the breasts have gone, they lie in a soft spongy heap on the floor she, (i must, from habit, continue to refer to her as ' she' ) seems as surprised she takes her penis in her hand, curious, kneading it, watching it grow

she is too proccupied to see me reach for the second earring she sheds another skin, losing, this time, the newly found and revealing, once more breasts, smaller and tighter she sits, legless on the bed, apparently bemused by the two coats of skin i take her hand, wishing to reassure her. it removes itself from her body i am talking to her, but with each touch i lose more of her headless, armless, legless i lose my grip and she falls to the floor