"What are you doing?" I'm messaging your Mum," (which I wasn't). "I'm going to send her the photos I took in the dress shop." Oh no, oh no, you can't.... You wouldn't. Stop it, Julia." Just hitting Send now." (which I wasn't).Felicity tried to grab my phone."Hey," I said, loudly.I small crowd began to gather."Let go of my phone. You've already smashed one phone today. One's enough."She looked mad, then began to cry."Please, please don't contact her Julia, please?" she begged." I'll, I'll ... do. Everything felt right. Was this normal? What about yesterday when I was someone else I think? Which of them was I?I stared at myself again. It was so strange to see someone different to what I expected. I smiled and she smiled back, prettily. I found I'd picked up a brush and started to sort out my long hair without thinking about it. The way it felt was amazing. It was only then I fully realised that I had got my wish.I would have run downstairs but I felt slightly different when I moved. I. “On the internet,” I said. “Let me write down some of the sites you can find me on.” I reached for my handbag, trying to get a pen and something to write on out of it, which proved difficult with a hand full of CDs. Seeing my struggle, she came closer and held the disks for me. I scribbled a few URLs on an old shopping list (cucumbers and bananas, I remember those fondly) and when I handed it to her, I smiled and leaned in, whispering: “Or you can just find out right here.”She grabbed the paper. Then I realized I could get a pretty good look from my side mirror, I have one of those small mirrors attached to the larger mirror that increases the view. So I adjusted the mirror toward the inside of the cab, and it wasn’t perfect but I had a better look of what was going on, which at the moment was not much. But as we left his apartment complex, we had to go over some speed bumps and I am sure that every time we hit a bump his cock would grow. At this point I am going to let Lynn tell her.