She turned and looked at the direction of the sun, and angled her lounger slightly, wanting to get maximum exposure before the day turned too hot. She...lay down on her stomach, turning her head towards Mitch as she rested it on her hands. "Sweetie, do you think you could put some of that baby oil on me?" Sure," Mitch eagerly replied, quickly grabbing the big plastic bottle. All of a sudden he was unsure of where to start or what to do. "Uh... ?" Why don't you start with my legs, baby, and work. Oh God! Please let me get far enough away! I cannot let them see me when I change!Hidden in the forest, I quickly strip off my clothes, pausing every few seconds as a new spasm of agony overtakes me. Already, my fingers are shorter, clumsier. There is not time to waste. I finally strip the pants and underwear off my legs, as my center of gravity shifts. No need to untie the shoes - they slip easily off my hairy feet.I thrash among the leaves and pine needles as the rest of the change takes. The place was huge, and so was the parking lot. Of course it was set way off the road several hundred yards, only accessible by a narrow drive. Honestly, I wouldn’t have wanted to be there alone either at a full foot taller and a hundred pounds heavier. So I waited while she wrapped up, and walked her to her car while we exchanged comments about teams that played that night, future leagues, and things of the like. There were several times in the next few weeks that we ended up being the last. No meeting afterwards.She didn´t explain Peter Pan why she chose him, and being a gentleman, he didn´t ask her. For sure he was very curious. Pete Peterson was happily surprised to see her. She was much prettier than on the photo she had send him after being chosen. He knew she was good looking, as she had said so inviting for the contest. The twinkle in his eyes and involuntary smile made her trust him, right from the moment they met in the lobby. She radiated her fresh beauty. At her 18th.