“Cosmo?” I asked, looking at the unexpected magazine.“Mind your own business,” she said with a glare. “Did you want something?”Since she�...�d come on board with Carter and declared herself in charge of my personal security, it seemed she was always around. I didn’t mind, really. While it meant getting sneered at and called an idiot on a regular basis, she meant well, and it wasn’t her fault that she hated me.Alex had begun to test anti-me treatments that were supposed to counter the effects of my. I lost allinterest in food and my face broke out in pimples. But that passed andthings returned to normal. Finally after two months on hormones, Istating getting muscle sores on my chest, buttocks, hips and thighs. Itold Mom about it and she said they weren't muscle sores. They weregrowing pains. She was right. In the next month, changes in my body werebecoming visible. At the six month mark, my breasts were a B cup and Ihad to stop wearing the padded girdle. My thighs filled out such. Nick tried to keep his mind occupied most of the day. He did make a detour to the pharmacy and bathed his body in one the new male body washes in the executive washroom in hopes that it would mask the poison scent.Dinner was surreal as Nick constantly shifted in his chair trying to keep his underwear from making contact with his cock. Everything about his house was so utterly normal, the same plates, the same conversations, the same food. The normalcy of it all highlighted the alien-ness of his. But, I can't stop watching either. It is like a film maker from the Discovery channel. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity to watch a wild creature in her natural habitat. As I watch in awe, you slip your hand inside your sexy, little panties. You continue the circular motion as you gently rub your clit. You put your head back and bite your lower lip. Another moan. "Umm." You raise your hips to push your panties down your thighs, past your knees. I can see the perfectly trimmed patch of.