I have no idea where to take this story, and only really wrote it because of large feedback from the first part. Consider this a short transition chap...ter, and if you guys want to give me some good ideas, I can write a next part. Feel free to send me comments about what direction you would like to see in the future. I dont mind continuing things, but would like a good idea to run with. Thank you to everyone for all of the awesome feedback during the first part, and I look forward to hearing from. I think I felt like I'd be too disappointed if it turned out not to be Audrey. I wrote the number down on the pad my mom kept near the phone, and returned to the dinner table. "Did you find her?" I've got a possible, but it's over in Hamilton. It's probably not her. I'll try it later though, because it might be." Did she have any friends that she might keep in touch with?" I immediately thought of Brenda, and went right back into the kitchen. I found four listings for Cabot, Brenda's last name,. Red hair cascades down my shoulders, my body is completely hairless from the eyebrows down, although it looked as though eyebrows, eye shadow, lipstick, and blush were are a permanent fixture on my face, a face that now looked very feminine. Next I noticed why my chest had hurt and slid my hands over the grossly enlarged breasts jutting out from me. Next I notice my slimmed waist that transitions to a bubbly butt. My legs are smooth but I can’t seem to put my feet completely down, resigned to. Desmond sets off up the stairs and Sandra follows, I motioned to Al and we went through to the kitchen and Al lit up a smoke; "Johnno," Sandra shouts after a bit, "He says he don't fancy me and says he'll pay twenty quid if we fuck off." Al sets off out the door and I followed him up the stairs and along to Dessie's bedroom, Sandra sat on the bed with her skirt round her waist slowly wanking herself with four fingers of her left hand jammed up inside her stubbly cunt. Desmond stared at her, his.