The dimples in the small of her back, her slim hips, hair that she swept back from her face every now and then, the little gap between her upper thigh...s, the perfect symmetrical shape of her young breasts, the gold locket that bounced in her cleavage, small tips on her puffy brown areoles, ... 'Oh my.' My friend of the nether regions did not know his place and was seeking a station higher in the world. Mr. Pecker was not to be ignored.Apart from my condition that was growing more obvious by the. They've never told me any of this, the Order. I'm sure they'll tell me they were only looking out for my well-being and keeping me protected. But Bellatrix wasn't the monster they painted. Admittedly she was a bit of a sexual beast, and did despicable things that she got rightfully imprisoned for. But I am capable of making my own opinions and protecting myself.Even now, I'm adamant that whether or not she is my mother, it won't affect who I am whatsoever. I'm not like her."Well now all their. Chris could tell the boy was still alive; he was breathing steadily and his eyes occasionally blinked. Other than that, John could have easily passed as a statue. "Let's just see what I can do to stop you from asking my mother out," smiled Chris. "Shape now alter and readily conform, To be as one with how I desire your form. What was once, but will no longer be, male, Become now, as it has ever been, female."Chris was certain his spell would never make it into any book of the more eloquent. We used to meet on weekends, along with other friends. We used to chat almost every day (although she had a boyfriend in Mumbai). She is kind of a bubbly girl.During our chats, we shared our thoughts about sexual fantasy. I told her I find her attractive. Then our conversation about sex began. We used to do sexting. I used to ask her to do self-pleasure.I used to tell her on the phone that how I would make foreplay with her. That used to make her wet, and she used to masturbate using that. I.