”She blushed and diverted topic. . “Bhaiya tell me about ragging . How they ragged you and your friends. “ She was still holding my hand on her ...breast. I did not meant to squeeze my sister’s boobs nor I had any desire to fuck her, I just wanted a company of female. I pushed my right hand under her arm and put my right hand on her waist. Simultaneously I placed my one leg on her thighs. She was in punjabi dress of cotton materials. Then I narrated my ragging experience in full detail , how they. "For now they are not our enemies, though I feel I must still guard against them. If they were our enemies, they could have killed us or done whatever else is their will, and they have not. They are also not our friends, much as we try to treat them so, because they do not—no, that is not right—because they do not yet know enough of the concept of friendship to offer or accept it. They are ... they are as children, with the capacity of both and the experience of neither." 'Children, '" she. I am terrible as I let my lets inadvertently swing open from time to ‘air’ myself. This does attract many eyes but I am used to it now and don’t actually mind provided they don’t block my sun or try talking to me. After about five minutes I put on my sun cream which again gets me lots of attention. It was very hot and my complexion means that I have to come out of the sun after about 30 minutes so I got up and covered my naked body with my beach towel. I put my clothes in my little bag and. I touched the drawing and said "change". Man, I had never been so stupid in my whole life.All of a sudden, breasts started to grow on my chest, and I was just standing there like a stupefied idiot. My hips started to grow outwards, and my stomach collapsed inwards to form a flat stomach. My ears became pierced, and little heart earrings were placed in them (as I saw later). My nose shrank, my eyes turned blue and my hair a beautiful golden, which then grew to my shoulders. My lips puffed out.