Raising trembling hands Adam began to examine his new body. His hair he could now see was raven black softly caressing his back and shoulders. His hands were slim and feminine as were his arms his nails he saw were long and neatly manicured painted bright red. Running his hands over sensitive skin down to a slim waist meeting wide hips and a firm round ass, his legs were long and hairless. Finlay fascination began to overcome fear he reached up to cup his large breasts, "Oh god." he moaned softly at the over whelming feelings of female arousal surging through his body. Falling to his knees his hands began to move of their own accord, instinct taking over, he began to kneed his breasts teasing his rapidly engorging nipples one hand slipping down between his legs, eagerly probing his hot wet slit, rubbing his hard little clit. As he continued, building toward orgasm, strange thoughts began to invade his mind, thoughts of men. Men with strong hard body's, men taking him, fucking him in ways he'd never even imagined. "No!" he cried "I'm a man. I'm straight! I have to stop this." Mustering all his remaining will power he stopped and lay gasping on the floor, mind racing. "The coin" he thought "it must have done this to me. Twisted my wish. Given me the opposite of what I wanted." Rising he staggered to where he'd left the coin, fighting the rising tied of unthinking lust he clutched it in his small woman's hand and tried to think of a wish that would get him out of this mess, Finlay deciding he cleared his throat and began. "I wish..."