.. not that I wasn't scared anymore but the need for the changes wasmore powerful. Then I began to worry that they wouldn't change meenough.... that I... would be stuck somewhere in the middle. But over timemy hips and rear developed nicely, my face became much more feminine andmy chest just kept growing. I had always thought my little A+ cups weresuper sensitive but I had no idea... as they got larger each of mynipples got more and more sensitive and so did my breasts. Of course mything isn't as. Grammar must have been very structured because I surmised that this was a constructed language like Esperanto. He told us what he knew and a little about what he guessed along with some words that he guessed at.The books from the chest were where we found the additional characters. We did not feel that this was a second language because it was intermixed with the other characters.Mokka was given access to a disk, coin and headband but could not find a way to open the chest. He seemed to be able. I remember my red wine teeth and breath and lick toothpaste off my finger with my tongue and swallow before opening the door. He laughs. I must look like a drowned rat. I tousle my hair in the wet towel he’s hung over his bedroom door and he lifts the sheet and tells me not to worry about the wet hair, ‘just get in here quickly I miss you.’ YUCK that’s so fucking lame but stupid me can’t help jumping on the bed soaked towel and all to get under that sheet as quickly as possible. I untangle. Maine unhe badi hi sexy smile di…mummy bhi aagyi…mummy ne kaha ki ab humein tyaar hona chahiye….maine kaha haan…mainn nahane chali gyi…main sabke liye breakfast bana chuki thi….hum sab tyaar hogye…main saare bags ek ek karke neeche rakhne chali gyi aur car mein set karwane lagi…humara driver ek punjabi tha….aur kaafi hansi mazaak karne wala banda tha…main uss waqt choti thi to woh mujhko ek cute si choti bachchi ki tarah treat kar raha tha aur mujhe apni funny baaton se hansa raha tha….itni.