Their Taxi to the factory was an Argus flown by a sour faced George Marshall. He landed them – it was a rough landing – and once they were on thei...r way to the flight shed, took off without a backward glance.Charles walked with the two ladies to the flight shed. “Did you say something?” Edna asked, with a grin.“May have,” he admitted, off-handedly. “George isn’t nearly the pilot he thinks he is, and he was out of line yesterday. That was a rotten landing, don’t you think?”Both the young women. I awoke about a three in the morning. I went back into the bedroom andstripped off my clothes. This was the final test. I put the Medallion backon and touched it to the adult slacks that I'd put on the day before. Ifelt the tingling again, and in a half hour, I was back in my original body.Don Kuzak was mine!*****I spent the rest of the weekend plotting my revenge.There were so many possibilities. I could turn him into an infant or an oldman, even an animal. I decided that I wanted to. Wow, he did. It blasted across the room, thick white ropes of cum, flying through the air for a good six feet. He jerked, his body contorting, and a long, loud groan escaped his lips, as his jizz landed on the wall, the carpet, and the last of it rolled down my knuckles.I pulled away, and he collapsed to his hands and knees. As he gasped, I collected my clothing, wiping the semen off on my panties. I clipped my skirt back on, and did up my shirt.By the time I was done, he was standing up. “I’ve. The fan was pretty high on the wall, and below that was window that peeked into the front compound and like I write before Mrs. Daisy’s house. Her doors her open with just the curtains covering it. I was working on the fan and in the meantime, she closed one door and let the curtains rest on it. So basically, the visible area was through the left side of the door.She was apparently ironing her clothes. She didn’t have an ironing board I suppose. She had laid down, two layers of bed sheets and.