Just. As soon as he saw me, he got a big smile of relief and ran over,throwing himself in my arms. He was wearing his old clothes, ofcourse. But he...looked totally like a girl now. A skinny girl, but agirl."Ty," I said, brushing his hair back from his eyes, leaning down tokiss him on the forehead. "What's that all about?"He clung to me, and it was good to hold him in my arms, so small anddainty. "Look at me," he said. "I've been turned into a child." You probably would get carded trying. Of course, he didn’t really have to imagine because he would see the large wet spots on his shirt as he moved past the store. Sam shook his head in consternation. He couldn’t remember when anyone in Hooterville walked as much as that man did and moved with his speed.Sam, and three of his friends and customers, were sitting on the rickety wooden porch watching the hot sun beat down on the already too dry grass growing up through the cracks in the wooden sidewalk. It was only 9:00 AM, and the. I wasn’t considering it now either, but I’ll bet he was thinking about it. I reached around him and found I had achieved my goal. He was ready for round two. I pushed him onto his back, climbed on and impaled myself. I too was ready. I love this position – female superior. I don’t just love the position, I love the sound of it – female superior. It had a dual meaning for me since I had been the superior in every relationship in which I had been involved. The position also gave me complete. " I told her smiling at her antics. "And by the way, you are no longer a whore, you might be my slut, but you are not a whore."Giggling, she pulled the panties out of her crotch and sat in the chair."What would you like to drink?" I asked her."Beer." You're not old enough to drink beer." I told her."I drink it whenever I can get it back home." She stated."Well you can't drink it here for two and a half more years." What do you have?" We have juice, milk, soda and water."She hesitated. I wasn't.