I was shorter by about a foot! Who throws up theirheight?! My pants were sliding off of my smaller frame, just toconfirm the worst part.My penis was g...ne. All I could do was scream.A few minutes later, I was sitting on the couch wearing one ofNatasha's shirts and a pair of shorts. Trevor was pacing back andforth while Natasha held my hand. For the millionth time, Trevor said,"I don't understand..."Groaning I replied, "None of us do. That's the problem. Somehow, thatshadow messed with my body,. I could think about the future again. It was amazing. Wonderful.“I love you, Clint!” I howled, my orgasm building faster and faster. “I want to do nasty things with you every day for the rest of our lives!”“Amen!” Melody moaned. “Ooh, come on, Lee, you can do better than that. Pound my cunt with that strap-on!”“Yes, Mistress!” Lee howled, the slap of flesh on flesh echoing.“Oh, Alicia, honey, mmm, I’m going to nurse you for real when my milk comes in,” Aunt Cheryl moaned—yes, I thought of her. This made them linger at the table an hour after their meal wasfinished. They only left after the waitress came for the fourth timeasking if they were ready for the bill. Al felt so bad and wanted tomake it up to their server. Her service was great.He knew she dependedon tips to make a living and left one which was half of the bill. Hehoped the generous tip more than made up for her losing a table. Thesmile on her face when she saw the money on the table assured Al he hopecame true.Mandy knew. He couldn't afford to get out and do jumping jacks; someone would surely spot him. He couldn't even turn on the car to run the air conditioning. But as the last remnants of the dream faded, he decided that he didn't need it. The nap had been enough; he was feeling better already.In a way, it was kind of unfortunate. He was really enjoying the dream, really a memory. True, it wasn't completely accurate. He remembered the real conversation being a lot longer before he finally worked up the.