Allison cleared up the mystery when I said something about it."Jimmy, you hit Brad so hard you sprained your wrist; you broke two ribs on another guy;... you were operating at about two hundred percent and then stopped cold. I'm surprised your whole body doesn't hurt. You probably slept through the worst of it." That certainly makes sense." I took a lot of time stretching before bed. Allison helped me with some of the more difficult ones, then we finally headed off to my room to catch up on some. ”“What?”“Not what ... why?”“Why?”“I need a ‘responsible adult.” “You’re it.”“Won’t...?”“He’s not here,”“How about...?”“Nope ... you KNOW she’s not responsible.” “Come on ... they’re waiting.”I backed out.She jumped in, “Wait...” She looked in the backseat, “You need your satchel. I’ll fetch.”She left her door open. She was gone a very long time. She brought my bag ... I looked. It was a disaster.“Where is your chequebook?”“What?”“Cheque book ... moneybags.”“Why?”“I didn’t apply for. .and more feminine.Even as that realization sank in, Morty's hands flew to his chest as he felt the fabric beginning to tighten as two small, firm domes began to rise from his chest. As Morty screamed out in a female's voice, the tits began to swell, gaining mass and heft. As the firm breasts swelled, his t-shirt began to groan under the pressure, quickly taking up the slack material and proceeding past that, the fabric straining over the swelling mounds of tit-flesh. Morty tried to pull it off. We stopped having sex a year ago because you wanted to date someone you could get pregnant. After some major hot breakup sex, we had a mutual breakup, but we still love each other. Mark my words, though, you just say the word, whatever which one it is, I'll be down to fuck. By the time we're done, I'll have you drained." If you say so, sis," I added, turning back to the mirror."I do, so do you think you might get serious with Leah now?" Maybe, I don't know," I answered, combing my hair."Does.