Ok if I stop by?” “Ok,” she typed in, hitting the send button quickly before she would change her mind. Oh my god, what was she doing, agreeing ...o see him at this hour, looking like a mess? Her long brown hair in a messy bun, dressed in a t-shirt and a pair of pajama pants? And what did he want to see her about anyways? They were friends of course, but not very close. She had met him at a job function at her father’s company and he was quite a lot older than her. He had looked devastatingly. What ever it was that you were doing.”“thanks Mr. G.” I said as I found my seat.The last few minutes of class went by fast and the bell rang. I was going to text Ali but she was in my next class so I decided I would just wait to see her. My heart rate elevated just thinking about her. I made my way to my third period class early, I had walked with a quicker pace to get to class.I walked in and did not see Ali. I went and sat down in my usual desk in the science room. It was chemistry a class I. I slid my finger inside her and began to move it around, just a little bit, to give her a taste of the torment she was inflicting on my fuck-stick.After the intermission and the second cabaret performance, Pandora Purty came on stage. She is an extravagant drag queen with too much hair, too much makeup, and a loud bawdy mouth. She is a comedian and provocateur who regularly shows up at pollical meetings in complete drag with a litany of demands for the rights of the LGBTQ community.During her. " He settled back in the seat, and decided to just bear with it for awhile until he could think of something. The tan that had appeared on his hands had now spread over his entire body, and was deepening by the second. Soon his skin had acquired a rich coffee and cream tone. He had started tapping his fingers lightly on the steering wheel in time with the infectious beat of the music. His hands had become smaller at the same time his fingers grew long and slender, becoming more feminine.