She could get into pretty much any school she wanted."Which one are you going to attend?" I asked."I'm not sure yet," she said evasively."I know you a...re not sure yet," I said. "But I know very well that there is a rule that you are going to apply in order to help you choose which college to attend. Now tell me what that rule is?"I felt Rachel tense when she realized that I knew her secret. Really, though, the girl did not give me enough credit. She was so much like me, but I had a lot more. “Nigel?” he asked.She shook her head. “Going home with her dad.” Joe had seen the smaller older black man looking incongruous in the young white bread audience, standing near the side of the stage Nigella played. He seemed to dig it, especially the ending. “I’d prefer...”“I’ll be there,” he grumbled quietly. “Even if it interrupts things.”“Joe. I...”He embraced her again, and whispered, “You may be tasting a whole new flavor. You hear me, you get in position. Ready to suck me. Ready to be. Ken would change them back soon, she was sure. If he didn't, shewould somehow wrest the leaf from him and change them back herself.For now, it seemed that going along was the only course.Charlotte got up and took stock of herself. Her penis remainedintact, but it looked positively meager now. She had grown breastsnow, real breasts, nice breasts. She was smaller, shorter, perhapsfive-eight instead of five-ten. She looked even rounder in the hips.She said, "Hello!" into the air; her voice. Her skin was flawless and smooth and her breasts youthful and ripe with the most amazing and succulent looking nipples. Aside from a gold ringlet about her left arm, her only adornment was a thick honey colored muff at the juncture of her legs. She seemed completely devoid of embarrassment and made no effort to hide her considerable physical charms from view. My eyes met hers and for the first time our prisoner smiled. I could not believe how much more gorgeous the change in countenance made.