Watching Desirée, from over a year before, when she had still been in high school, she had formulated a tentative plan for her life, that was, ...hysical and mental fitness and moral rectitude, like her uncle seemed to lean toward and which Priscilla seemed to have rejected.Hearing Priscilla talk about men and sex was often more than faintly nauseating to Robin, who had always been fairly regular at church and straight about her love life. Yes, too straight sometimes, she admitted to. I guess I did thisfor some very good but Indistinct reason . . . maybeit was because I once heard my aunt say that the bestand only way to hold a man was by his prick, orsometing to tha teffect. At any rate I was determinedto discover for myself how and when he wanted hisIIcunt. With all my mind, will all my soul, with all myheart, and with all my cunt I was desirous of holdingmy cherry-smasher . . . wasn't he the one experi-enced prick in a million?I sought every artifice by which I could hold. I don't own you." Yes you do," Jonelle whispered. "You own me right now."She reached behind her back and unzippered her blouse, shrugging it off. Laura removed her own, then came closer, unfastening Jonelle's champagne-colored bra between the cups. Then she reached behind her and unfastened her own. Both their bras dropped to the floor.Laura moved forward again until her nipples brushed Jonelle's thick, swollen bulbs. Looking down, Jonelle bit her lower lip. Now, when they embraced and kissed,. How is that possible, I asked myself.That's when it hit me. Could it possibly be? My hands immediately wentto my chest, which was flat as could be! A giant smile crossed my face. There was nothing there but my pex and a cotton t-shirt!"I'm back!" I shouted. I didn't know how it was possible, but I was backin my own body. Everything checked out. No breasts, no giant ass, noold woman skin, no bras, no cotton panties. I was me again!What was even better was that Stephanie was lying down.