Tom came up with an idea for a bet to make on pool."Hey! How about this: the person who loses this shot puts on your sister's clothes and the winner c...hooses the outfit" he told his friend.John looked at him and said, "Okay, you're in for it!"Tom lost the match. John went over to the boxes and pulled out a standard white bra and panty. "Put these on." he said.Reluctantly, tom stripped and put on the panties. John had to clasp the bra for him. Then, John stuffed the bra cups with T-shirts.. He then touched the hair band to the medallion and felt the tingle but just in his scalp. He saw his hair start to grow. It stayed the same color but kept growing as long as he held the hair band to the medallion. When the hair was below his shoulders, he stopped touching the medallion with the hair band. His hair was its normal dark brown color but it was now over a foot long as opposed to his normal crewcut. Jim placed the hair band on his head, pulling the hair back from his face. He didn't. She had started writing in this one about five months ago and the first thirty pages looked like nothing but stupid school gossip. "This guy's cute. This guy is not. This girl's a bitch. Now she's my best friend and now I hate her again." She had decided this had been a waste of time and was wondering what she had expected to find in there in the first place. Bree was just about to close the book and put it back when she saw her name on one of the pages. Part of her wondered if she really. She kept looking at him from the corner of her eye and thought he reminded her a bit of the African-American black RNB singer, Usher Raymond. She couldn't help but to start having lustful thoughts of making love to her personal trainer. Sometimes she imagined him taking her over the table sending her to heaven and back. "Come on, Amelia, faster, you can do it!" Usher encouraged. He smiled widely at her as she turned her head towards him.She ran faster on the treadmill. An hour later, Usher said.