Reach ... reaching for your gun ... and..."Gabriela turned to Stan and said, "You scared the poor boy to death reaching for your gun like that. What's... wrong with you, Stan?" I was only reaching for it to take it off, you've seen me do that a hundred times, and you never complained a bit." Yeah, but what did you say to him as you reached for the gun, answer me that, you big lump? Between you reaching for that damn gun and saying he was just who you were looking for, what did you think he would. The legs of his pants melted into one, pleats formed as it begun toclimb up his body forming a skirt. As it raised it revealed a pair ofdainty white stockings climbing up his hairless legs.His trainers had thinned and moulded themselves into low, shiny heels. Asingle wide strap bearing a bow finished off his new foot ware.His shirt tightened, it shrunk around his new figure forming a blouse, apretty bow begun to tie itself around the low neck line.His hair grew in volume, it brushed his back in. Got one."More terrible waiting. "Naked. Now." Charlie practically flew out of his clothes. But the next message froze him. "Make it up to me." What the fuck does that mean??" Make it up to me. Make me forgive you."Charlie sat still on his couch, butt naked and holding his phone in one hand and a marker in the other. He felt an overwhelming urge to make Sam feel better, and finally chose to write, "Sorry, Sam," along his cock, with a cute little sad face following it. He sent a picture, and. I didn't OWN a pair of pajamas. No, I never expected to share the space with a thirteen year old girl. But I was in bed. With the blankets pulled up to my chin. And the strobing of the storm approaching was accompanied by thunderclaps following in rapid succession. It was getting close. I snuggled into my pillow and prepared to sleep.FLASH-CRASH-BOOOOOOM! The storm was here! I could hear the winds fighting the flat sides of the trailer but I worried not at all.Then "Daaannnnnnn!!!!!!" and a.