Her glassy-smooth legs seemed to stretch her miles, coming to an end at a full but taut rear end with the shaven entrance to her gates of paradise jus... barely visible under the folds of the cotton sheet. Her midsection was like that of a bikini model’s, with a concave dip on either side from her perfect slenderness. Cliché as the term was, she certainly had an hourglass figure. Last but not least, even though she looked only eighteen, she had D-Cup breasts that looked as soft as water balloons. The image of herself, only just over two weeks before, with lank greasy hair, stained clothes and teeth caked with hard black plaque was still in her mind's eye and she wasn't ready for the transformation that greeted her. Her knees weakening, she grabs Bern's hand for support."I look even better than I used to look before the Rat ruined me," she sobs as the tears, like a stream flowing down a mountain, cascade over her cheekbones."Hey Bridget you deserve this," Bern utters "I know its. I was staring her body head to toe. So beautiful and sweet god has showered all grace to her. Looking at me she suddenly asks me Rohan “What are you looking at?Actually I have never forgotten myself for sometime. I always came to sense ooooh nothing she smiled and now told me to pass her clothes which, I while on the bed I was turning my face while she was changing. Suddenly I have heard a voice “Rohan Bhaiya meri help karoge?”I replied “Kya help?”Mere Bra ki hook lag nahi rahi hai, please laga. She asked where I was going and the next thing I knew she had offered to take me there and I was being led to a car parked in the far corner. I'm not a car person but even to me it looked expensive. Small and racy and painted a pale blue it gleamed in the sunshine. When she opened the passenger door I simply got in without a second thought. She walked round and climbed into the driver's seat. As I said before I'm not a car person but when she started her car up the roar from the engine went.