’ I brought my right hand up to my breasts, bandages. I slept. It was the next day when Doctor Tillman came in, followed by Doctor Hansett. ‘Well,...let’s see.’ I mumbled something in reply, off came the wrappings on my face. He held up a mirror, I looked at myself. Black eyes, puffy red cheeks, I was awful. But my nose! It was discolored, still puffed up, beautiful! The wrinkles around my eyes were gone. I could already see the change, even swollen. ‘Now the other.’ I sat up carefully, they. " Well, it looks real nice, what I can see of it," Roger smiled, not really wanting to make a big deal of it. "A bunch of it has to be under your swimsuit." Oh, I don't mind showing it off," she laughed and turned around so her back was to him. She pulled the straps of her one-piece off her shoulders and slid them down her arms, then slid the suit and her shorts down to expose her whole butt. "I guess I'm a bit of an exhibitionist. One of those places I mentioned I worked at was a nudist resort. I am 6 feet tall with a 6.5 inches long cock wide enough to quench any girl’s thirst.Let me come to the story. My longtime friend, with body figure of 36D-28-36 sufficient enough to make any guy take another look, is the heroine. Her name is Regina and luckily, she sits next to me in the attendance order. We became friends from the first day of college but my intentions towards her changed gradually to pure love. But she said she cannot accept my love since her parents will not accept a Hindu. I looked at my hands, at my unnaturally sharp nails; they were black and hard, nearly like obsidian. Everywhere I looked was a reminder of what I had lost; the black nails, the ashen skin, the path ahead; my slitted eyes could see well in the dark.I could even see a plume of distant smoke despite the new moon.That could mean food. But it also meant people, and they tended to have pitchforks and superstitions. I cursed as another growl escaped my gut, and looked again at the smoke. I found.