And his other hand started caressing myhair. I felt like a Bollywood heroine being patted by her lover. I smiled, butI tried to move away from him. Bu... his hold on me was firm and he forcefullykept me there. My bus came. I suddenly stood up and tried togo. "Stop there boy", He roared.I told him politely "This is my bus. Ineed to go home". And I walked away. I felt a strong hand catching on my hair anddragging me back. He dragged me like a woman and made me stand before himfacing him, and told. Bob decided that nothing could be done at the moment about her obvious changes. She would have to think of the practicalities.First, she needed some clothes and a name. 'Bobbi' seemed the obvious choice, but a perverse thought, possibly a memory of the original person, whose body she now wore, made her choose Angela as the modern day equivalent. Getting up, she went and looked at her clothing to see if anything was adaptable so she could at least go and buy something appropriate. Putting on a. After phoning Jessica, Gwen called Lord Wadeford, Harriet's father. The old Marquess had already been told via Angela that his daughter might well not have perished. The poor old fellow had for the past ten months been reproaching himself for having been such a poor father, giving his daughter all she wanted materially, but never really showing her his love for her, even though that love had always been very real.She told him she was going to fly out to see what she could do, and he wished her. His excitement grew as her watched her, silently she stretched upwards unknowingly revealing more of her flesh, he stared at her shapely curves, enthralled by the lines her body formed as she lifted her arms high above her head, clasping her hands together, stretching and arching her back. The movement thrust her breasts forward and he gasped at the innocence of the movement and the intensity of his own bodies' reaction.Her gown raised a couple of inches revealing just how shapely her thighs.