‘who’ and even Beatrice did not mind me calling her by this name, it was considered ok for me to call her such. I remember, my mom talking about t...he neighbors on the other side, about Beatrice as just being a c***d herself and irresponsible to have a c***d of her own. They also spoke of Mrs. Role having seen Bea buying beer at the super market sometime back and even the way she dressed. I did not understand a thing what my mom had spoken and did not understand that what was said wrong here but. I remember vividly when she ran her finger over my clit. It was like and electric shock.She pulled her hand back out and pulled my panties down.She had to examine my huge clit. "Goodness..........your button is a lot bigger than mine!" I didn't think anything of it at the time, but later, the boys seemed to shy away from it. We never experimented again. I think maybe it was my clit that scared her off. I always wanted to do it with her, but the sleepovers stopped and we drifted apart as. I could feel her bums soft, I took her to the dining room and opened beer and served her a glass with a cheers, and she gulped down at one shot, I was amazed to see her new avatar I asked her what is this, she answered that she had not had beer for last 3 years, as when her hubby was there he used to make her drink and enjoy, but she never had said this before.I told her to slow down but she asked for one more glass which I served her, and now she sipped it, I asked what surprise was there for. When the feeling reached his hand, it began to get smaller, more delicate looking. As he looked at his hand, his nails grew out a half inch. They darkened as polish appeared on them. The feeling moved up his arm and across his chest to all parts of his body. He was slimmer now. The muscle builder's body that he'd spent years creating vanished in moments. It left behind a slender frame that was developing very female curves. His other arm and hand changed just as the first one had. Six-pack.