Slowly, surely, I edge towards the room from which they're emanating. As I reach the door, it isn't closed, but isn't open enough for me to see into ...the room either. Their voices are urgent but hushed, like they don't want to be heard or found out. I ever so gently push the door open, inch by inch, and as I do, can slowly start to make out what is being said. "Don't stop, John. Don't stop fucking meeee.." is the first thing I clearly hear and I freeze on the spot, a mixture of emotions surging. “I have a small proposition for you and if you are agreeable to it then you can keep the ring you stole from me.”Angel looked at the Sorcerer waiting to hear his proposition.“But first there is something I must know,” He raised one finger pointing at Angel. As he raised it she noticed that a line was moving up her dress until it reached the top where it stopped. Angel stood still not knowing what to do, when suddenly her dress and her underwear beneath it dissolved around her- revealing her. The young girl was upset that her father couldn't accept that shehadn't changed who she was because she was becoming what she needed tobe. She grew her hair, wore makeup and perfume, had to wear a bra tosupport her new breasts. She looked like a woman now, not her dad'sson.Despite all of those things, she was still her dad's little buddyinside. She loved sports and their annual hunt with dad, especially asthey talked about where the best spots were for finding big bucks. Butthe last two years. The well-dressed woman relaxed and allowed her soft finely textured hair and her attractive face to rest on Debbie's should taking care not to smudge her clothing with her lipstick.The touch of the lad's greedy paws in her crack gave Debbie enough courage to let her hands drop down to the older woman's backside and cup her cheeks like a lover bringing her mound in closer to give her solace.The trip ended too quickly from Debbie's point of view but as they exited, the older woman pressed a card.