Hedismissed the odd nails as he grabbed his mouse. The lengthy nail made adistinct "click click click" against the faux-wood of his desk. Theclicking ...of his nails rose a bit of doubt, but he ignored it. What hecouldn't ignore was a distinct buzzing feeling, and the feeling of themouse seemingly expanding in his grip as his hand took on a smaller, morefeminine shape.Issac glanced at his smaller hand and panicked. He threw up his left handto compare to his right, to see if he was going crazy or. Game on!’ I got off to a terrible start. Losing several hands of the solitaire game before making any progress. I could see the first increments of her score hitting the scoreboard. She IM’d me. ‘So where are you?’ ‘Oh, I’m having a leisurely start with the first round so that it’ll be all the more crushing for you when I come from behind and win.’ ‘LOL. Off to a bad start, eh? Well, I’ll be nice to you when you’re my slave.’ I got into a groove. Sometimes the game just works right and it. She wasn’t psychic, couldn’t have known what her pheromones were making him smell and taste, but her intent had been to calm him. As with all of the other scents in the hive, his brain could only translate the information that was fed to it by his new organ, and this information had drudged up memories of relaxation and peace. How long had it been since he had last visited a botanical garden? How long since he had felt the warm rays of Sol on his face?He had been quite fond of horticulture in. . and... well... ever since I met you, especially, after you started dating Kelly, well, I've been..." Been???" I asked."I've been fantasizing what it would be like, to, you know, fuck you... after Kelly told me what it was like... I just... can't stop thinking about what it would be like..." She stammered."Hmm... well, what would Kelly say if we were to, you know, have sex? I mean, I am her boyfriend after all!" She... she told me that she thought maybe one day, we could have , well, you.