He came close and took a picture of me over the top of the camera. I looked at the image with my hair hanging down as well as my chest. He had made it... look like I was on top of whoever was looking at me. I bit my lip and took other photos. Then I had a good idea. I took off my bra and lay on the bed, my hands covering my chest, not revealing too much. "Great," Charlie said. "Now hang your head off the side of the bed." I hung my head off the side of the bed, letting my hair fall downward. I. I sometimes had a few assignments handed to me by newspaper and magazine editors, but even these "jobs" allowed me to get off the beaten path and explore some of my, usually darker, interests and passions.A recent trip to Japan to cover their baseball "World Series" allowed me an opportunity to do some first hand research into a unique form of Japanimation known as "Futanari" - essentially porn where the principal characters are meant to be true hermaphrodites or shemales but with the ability. My arms were massive in theshort sleeves. It's creases showed every bubble of my body as well as asizable sliver of my bulging stomach. This was horrible. And myeyesight was getting worse. I thought about Samantha and her thickpebble glasses. If this curse were true then that was in my future.There was no escaping from it.I had to get out of my flat. This was driving me crazy in here, but I couldn't go out because of my damn eyes. Everything was blurred andgetting less and less clear by the. "Hey Walt, can't sleep?" She said. "No, I thought a beer might help." I replied. She only had a t shirt that was barley long enough to cover her ass. Her pert tities were standing proud with nipples poking thru the shirt. Abby got a beer from the fridge and we drank and talked for a few minutes. Then she finished and went to the trash can. When she tossed the can in her shirt lifted enough to show her bare ass. She went to bed as did I with the thought of Abby's bare ass. That was not the last.