And not in a manly way, they wereobviously becoming breasts. As I continued to struggle breathing I fellon the sofa again, the material from my skirt ...puffing around me as Idid. My new corset stopped once it deemed I had enough of an hourglassfigure, my new tits were threatening to spill out of it.That was when I felt the worst part yet, my cock. I could feel itgetting hard, like the most intense erection I had ever had. But itcontinued, getting bigger and harder. I could see it pushing the. Because of my test, I am sure you are the ones who will benefit the most from what I can give you. I hope you will forgive me for the test; but I had to know your true feelings, before I awoke the ancient genetic powers within your minds.'All four of us just sat there, stunned by this revelation. I was mad, of course. This had all been some silly test, just to see if we had the moral character to be accepted by him. Then, too, I could see some of his reasoning. I didn't know about the others,. Marissa was beautiful. She had long, platinum blonde hair that hung down to her shoulder blades, or at least she would have. At the moment it was dyed dark brown and was held in a loose bun atop her head. Her face was kind and seemed to promise a good time without her actually having to say anything. She had a short, slender build, about 5'2, and firm B-cup breasts. Today she was wearing a low cut green top with a dark, open vest and a floral patterned skirt. I was wearing jeans and a t-shirt.. Bill Sdao gave me my diploma, we shook hands, and I said, "Mr Sdao, thank you." He just smiled, for he had been a pupil of my father, and knew the enmity between Mr Irwin and my dad. It was a simple gesture, but a very meaningful one. And my last memory of Henderson High School was not shaking the hand of the disliked Mr Irwin.Like many of my classmates, I went off to college, and like many of them, I did not return to Henderson. When Mr Irwin died, my dad and I each shed no tears.Of course.