He was lazy, she concluded, and wouldn't be too difficult to subdue.She strode, confident and brisk, to the edge of the dock, flaxen hair braided down... to the small of her back and swinging slightly with each step. A red ribbon signifying a whore-for-hire from the town of Concordia fluttered loosely at her nape. She clutched at her cloak, concealing the deadly rapier sheathed at her side and the pistol tucked into the waistband of her breeches. She lowered her head and walked determinedly up the. Instead of getting smaller (and vanishing, I had hoped), my breasts had grown bigger! Under the stress, the buttons on the front of my dress had popped off, exposing my now DD-cup (I guessed) breasts. But that wasn't the only change. Part of me had actually gotten smaller, namely my waist. Though with my now wider hips and longer legs, I figured I had more the figure of a hooker or a stripper than anything."What the hell?" I said, in frustration. Even my voice was different, softer, sultrier,. Originally. I was working there in a jewellery store. A guy came into the store one day and asked me to serve him. He wanted to buy a bracelet. It was rather nice - gold set with rubies. He had me model it for him. Said I should always wear bracelets because I had such slim wrists. Said he wanted it for someone special." And then what happened?" He paid for it and left." She giggled and played with her hair. "Oh, you want all the gory details. You men are all the same. Well, Steve obviously has. As this went on, out of the corner of his eye, he saw some movement in the hole but as he looked, nothing was there. After a while, he saw a finger stuck half way through the hole and moving around the sides of the hole in a very sensuous and slow mode. The finger would continue for about 10 seconds and then disappear to reappear again for the repeat action. Manish had no clue what this was all about. Next second, the finger disappeared and it was replaced with a hard cock sticking through the.