’ Sue stared, momentarily speechless. ‘Th-then how do they stay up like that? And that cleavage?’ ‘They just sort of do it by themselves,’ m...umbled Emma apologetically, the pert, ample sources of her woes jutting, preternaturally high and firm, before her. ‘Well,’ said Sue. ‘Consider yourself warned. There have been complaints.’ Complaints! Probably from women, thought Emma, as her troublesome bouncing breasts led the way back along the corridor to the library, as she walked in humiliated fury. "Good!" Mary exclaimed, "Now let's get you into thealteration chamber."Mary and Betty had their fun at my expense, but I didn'tcare anymore. When I got into the chamber and was hookedup, all I could think of was that soon I would be six feettall. I would look like a woman, but that would be an easyenough thing to fix. Chapter 2When I awoke in the chamber, I didn't even rememberblacking out. They removed me from the chamber, and I couldimmediately tell that I wasn't short or fat anymore. But. .. but I had another trick. I knew a guy who knew a guy at IRS ... let's just accept that most folks don't get a new SS number unless the law was involved. Lisa was in Colorado Springs running a boutique style thrift store. My mole told me that it wasn't doing too well, she'd had some trouble making her FICA deposits and a credit check turned up some delinquencies and lates.I hopped a plane with a cropped photo so I wouldn't make a mistake in identity and next day I walked into the shop. Sure. I suck and bite at her nipples rubbing the cold out of her skin with my hands. Meanwhile her own tiny hands are wrapped around my hard cock and massaging back the foreskin to reveal my swollen head. It isn't long before she's trying to fit it into her mouth, her little pink tongue slathering me with spit to make the journey towards the back of her throat.'You bad girl,' I say, 'you're defeating the object pulling the covers back. Now you'll only get cold again...''Not so long as we have skin.