Hedecided he would go. The panties would still be here when he came home.While he was at work, he would have time to think. He'd figure out whatto do,...and in his lunch break he would buy a whole outfit to fit the newbody he was determined to transform into. He put the panties back intothe packet they came in and pushed them far to the back of a drawer inthe kitchen full of random bits and pieces with no place else to go. Hedidn't expect anyone to break into his old house in his absence, but. He had fantasized about thisstatuesque beauty often throughout his life. She was his dream woman.She was perfect."Stan? What did you do to me?" she asked, examining her new body infront of the mirror, still wrestling with the clasp. Her clothes werevery ill fitting on this taller and much bustier frame, which, shenoticed, didn't seem to bother Stan one bit."Well... uh..." he blushed a lot, careful to hide the growing erectionin between his legs initiated by the site of this ideal woman in. He won multiple government contracts, which was when the sharks started circling. But he knew about the sharks, and instead of waiting for his share of wealth to come from future profits, he sold the company to the sharks and took his profits then and there, banking more than three hundred million. That let him 'retire' at the tender age of thirty. He bought the ranch and some breeding stock, and took it easy for a while. Being there for Megan and Raleigh was just part of life, so he kept doing. Alone among the four of them, her life had been calm and ordered, her future firmly in her grasp until the attack in Utah. He thought she was still reeling from that, still coming to grips with what he already know; that they had gotten very lucky."I would love some, Chris." he answered, smiling sadly at her."Tiger, can you open the apartment for me? I have some brochures I picked up at the clinic and I wanted to show them to JJ and your sister." Lane had come back into the kitchen and laid her.