Sheextended her sharp red-nailed hands towards Marcus and gave him a hug."Alexis, come here and fucking congratulate this man." Her language wasespeci...lly bad lately, and she rarely went a sentence without some kindof bad word or derogatory statement in it.Alexis' hormones had started doing their job, and had a strong effect onhim. You could now visibly see breasts forming on his chest, made easierto notice by the dress he wore, a pink number which extended below thenavel in the front and just. A very pretty girl, though notquite model material. As the pain faded, Jeff struggled and scrambled about, obviouslyhorrified and confused, much to Clarissa's delight. As far as she wasconcerned, she would have made the process even more painful for himhad she been able to. He deserved it... every ounce of it. "As you can see," Clarissa stated grimly, "I've used magic toturn you into a woman..." Jeff's mouth dropped open as he stared ather in fear and horror. "Don't worry... The spell only. I adjusted the focal point slightly, bringing her pouting perfection into sharp relief; a single fine line of manicured growth split her waxed mons, pointing downwards to the petal lips already opened beneath the lamplight, the darkened, blood-infused pinkness of her clit swollen and receptive, her furrow glistening, her pulsing gash dribbling wetness before my eager gaze."Slut."Mimicking the position I so frequently adopted, her slender fingers gliding across bare decolletage to disappear. Her head swayed with the phrasing and she found herself stepping lightly through the house in search of the source.She paused at the doorway to the lounge and watched as Emma looked out of the window, her body swaying as she sat at the piano, her fingers gliding effortlessly over the keys as she played what Lauren thought to be Chopin. She walked in silently and sat on the sofa, laying her head on the top of the cushions as she watched, listened and dreamed as the powerful storm was calmed by.