No reason to make it any less clinical than it needed to be. I mixed the hair with the sulfur and egg, shaking it before pouring it over the woman’s... hair. Something that color, that soft and fine? It shouldn’t be so short. The process is somewhat like pulling dough. The hair stretches and thickens with the egg.. Soon that shoulder length hair was properly down to her breasts. Not too long, some of our clientele ask that the hair be pooled on the floor like their new toy was Rapunzel. Next came. "Yes, you're the widow Collins."She peered up at him with lowered lashes now and recognized him as one of the local town cops. She had seen him around town a few times but they had never exchanged a word."Steven, I think we had better leave!" she said."You're not going anywhere, either one of you!" the big cop said."Look Officer, we don't want any trouble. We'll leave now." she said, turning to Steven and looking very worried."Yes Officer." Steven said "We'll gather up our stuff and go." Not so. " 'Our' little dear' you keep calling it? Allison, how is this babymine?" You'll take care of it and nourish it and in no time you'll feel it'san essential part of you. That's how babies are." Maybe so, but ... but I don't want ... I can't have breasts! I justcan't! If they're that large I couldn't possibly hide them. What wouldpeople think when I go out as a man, walking around with those thingsflopping on my chest? And pausing to nurse every few hours? It'simpossible!" Oh, people. ? She said asshe began rubbing her pubic area. She opened her legs and took a finger andslid it back and forth in her slit, rubbing some juices over her clit. Then alittle jerk and moan, and her finger disappeared in her pussy. She licked herfingers and did it again. Standing no more than four feet away from us, thisbeautiful creature was playing with her naked body and describing every detailof what she was doing and how it felt. She described how she tasted. Slowly shewent until her panting.