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As Jonas walked into the living room, he stopped for a moment. He saw the legs first, those sexy, nylon-covered legs. He then noticed a feminine hand holding a phone next and as he looked he saw that head. That old, male head that was completely out of place on such a sexy, feminine body.

"I wondered when you'd be back." Ronald said, looking at his phone still. "I hope you don't mind, I helped myself to a few of your things. A few glasses of wine. A piece of decadent cheesecake. Your wife's body below her neck and her clothes."

He then looked up from the phone and smiled.

"Nothing? Not even going to play the part?"

"Why fake shock? You said you'd do it if I didn't agree. You did."

"So, now what?"

"This." Jonas said, walked over to Ronald. Ronald stood and Jonas got close, very close. Ronald then felt a masculine hand slide down the front of his dress, between his breasts, down his stomach, going along the contour of his body. He shuddered a little.

Ronald soon found himself against the piano, hands trying to avoid the keys as he steadied himself. Jonas took him from behind and Ronald cried out as he felt it enter his pussy.

"Oh god!" He moaned as Jonas laughed, pumping him, Jonas's hands on Ronald's new womanly hips.

Ronald turned and looked at Jonas, seeing the mix of pleasure and well, something else. A look that had said that Jonas had somehow won.

Ronald screamed loudly in orgasm, holding onto the piano, hitting the keys as Jonas finally emptied himself. As Jonas pulled out, Ronald gasped and turned.

"You wanted this, Jonas!" It wasn't a question.

"Yes! And you played right into it!"