I looked down at them, once again takenaback at how dainty my extremities had become; my feet were smaller, mytoes thinner, and my toenails, just like... my fingernails, were now adeep red, with a meticulous pedicure.My whole body trembled once again, and I gazed as all the hair on mybody began to actually recede into my skin, like one of those movieswhere they play something in rapid rewind. At the same time, my entirebody, which my whole life had been only a bit off-white, took on thedeeper tan. If I'm careful I can pull out the really big ones deep down in the pile without dumping millions of carrots on the floor, and I think the big ones taste better so it's worth taking the chance. But I can't go to the grocery store until I get something to eat, because I have a full schedule of clients tomorrow and I know them all and every one of them will show up, worse luck. I won't get out of there until 12:30. One thing I know for sure--Janey eats. That's the important thing in life. Unless. In me goddamn it, you whisper, and my hands are cupping your ass, lifting you a bit against the door, my cock against your soaked panties thrusting at the fabric, when we realize simultaneously that fucking against the door will be too noisy. You shove me off of you -- we're doing this right, you can fuck me good and hard like this, can't you fucker, you're whispering as bending over you hike up your skirt and shove your panties to your ankles. I'm on you like white on rice, my hands grabbing. I sat up, caught the hem of my t-shirt and pulled it off. The room was silent but for the tick of the wall clock. The entire world seemed to be asleep. I lay back down, unable to switch off.I thought recklessly about him, too lonely to suppress the flood of fantasy. His cock. His cock. I considered briefly what it looked like. I wanted to touch it. I had countless scenes sketched out in my overactive mind; detailed ideas of how it’d be if we fucked. Some were ridiculous. But some made my snatch.