The pants fused together, went up his legs, and changed the fabric until they became a pinkminiskirt that ended just a few inches below his hips. His ...boxersbecame lacy and shrunk into a pink thong. His t-shirt shrunk andbecame snug around his newly blossomed breast until it became apink push up bra. His shirt lost its? sleeves as they becamespaghetti straps. The shirts? neckline became low cut, revealingthe tops of his breast and showed a significant amount ofcleavage. The newly made tank top. Sure I could have continued on, but the horror of that evening made the many nights after, quite sleepless ones, even despite catching the guy responsible.Not having to work should have made life easier, but I soon found it didn't. My family was on the other side of the country and never made the time to visit me. And my wife left me soon after the shooting as we had already hit a rough patch leading into that fateful night. My unwillingness to share my thoughts and pushing her away from me was. " I gave a nervous laugh and looked back at her again. She hadn't moved. The view was still the same. I stared up her skirt for about another minute and then realized that she was staring at me. I felt my face flush in embarrassment. I was expecting something bad to happen but she just smiled at me and turned back to the bar to order another drink. I turned back to John to avoid further embarrassment. When I finally chanced another look toward the bar she was gone.As I looked around the. I stroked her for 10 min and she just laid there shaking. I loooked up and ask if she was ok? Yes, just finish quickly please. I did and she was a bloody mess. I guess the fingers did not take it all out. I later found I had ruptured her and gave her a vaginal tear. To me short and not bore you, that was the last time i would enjoy her with out pure crying. She would cry fro mthe time i entered her till the time i stopped. She did everything to keep from having sex. i tried Dr's and ther****t.