I don’t have a curfew.I have a driver’s license and my own car.I have ID that gets me into bars and the wine store. I like the wine store best.The...people I hang around with are not scared of getting pregnant, they aren’t scared of anything, they have been blessed to live this long, why be scared?And I don’t have acne.Life is Good! Also, you will feel much more intelligent after reading this, if you are a Seenager.Brains of older people are slow because they know so much.People do not decline. She meekly said from behind the tree "umm excuse me, those are mine". Both Tony and his friend turned in the direction that the voice came from but, saw no one. "Who said that" Tony asked. Myra stuck her headout from around the tree still hiding her naked body from these two men. "I did" she said meekly. "Tony holding her shorts in his hand said, "Why don't you come and get them". Playing with her head. "Oh come on,please" Myra meekly asked so embarrassed by now, putting her hand out trying to. My tits were so big,I had a hard time keeping my balance on my 7" heels. They hung to mylower abdomen and stuck out twice as far. I then looked down and noticedthat I was completely transformed into a woman. In place of my cock was apuffy pair of pussy lips. I reached down and pushed my finger betweenthem and slid it way up inside. Each pussy lip had four piercingseach. I was a freak, and it was clear what my purpose was now. "Time to get to work, get out on thefloor." That day was a. That was last month, and in the meantime, nothing had changed. I was sitting in the Alaska Air lounge in Los Angeles, waiting for my flight, now delayed two hours and counting. I finished my report on the trip and e-mailed it to my boss, grateful that it was one less thing I had to do this coming weekend. When the flight finally got off the ground, I would be arriving in Vancouver at sometime around midnight, hopefully not delayed in customs, but with a further hour’s drive to my home. Not an.