I had no idea what to do but thought I'd still be best to be near her. In what seemed like hours but in reality was only a couple of minutes I saw the... ambulance pull out of the station and head our way. It didn't even have time to switch its siren on before it pulled up outside. Two ambulance men came up to me. The first checked on Mrs. Jacobs whilst the second questioned me. Once he realised I knew very little he joined his colleague. It didn't take them too long to realise that she needed. He must have been waiting for me, seen the crash. He pulled me out ofthe wreck, and took me home. Why he didn't take me to a hospital, Idon't know, but instead, he took me into his workshop. I think somehow,he knew a hospital would be no help to me.That's when the changes started. My breasts that I was so proud ofdeflated like a couple of sad balloons. What was left of my face becameangular, and I even got a five o'clock shadow.Worst of all a male organ spouted between my legs like a bizarre. His head was lying on my breast, one arm thrown across me, one knee over my hips. We were drowsing in the afterglow, that time when you don't feel like moving, when its enough to hold him and remember how he filled you, how well you fit together, how you held him as he came and how you made it the best for him you could and it felt so good for you too, stretching, open, feeling his stroke fill you, knowing he was urgent and close. You cradle his head, let him let go inside you, hold him safe. Right now, we must get going so we're not late for breakfast. Everybody ready?"We all looked each other over, to see if anything was out of place, then we left to find our way to the dining room. Betsy had given me directions while I was dressing, so I led the way. The girls were walking comfortably in their heels and floor length dresses. The bodies that we occupied were of course conditioned to such clothes, so movement in them was natural, to a degree. The musculature of a very young girl,.