.. "Get out of the car, and don't ever come around again," Clyde Brooks sneered. He gunned the small engine in his MG with impatience. "I want to go o...t and find a real woman now and take the bad taste out of my mouth." Clyde, please--" Stop your mewling, baby. Out."Crying abjectly, the terrified and brow-beaten young girl flung herself out of the sports car and ran to the gate, having a difficult time unlocking it with her house key because of the tears streaming wetly from her swollen. .for both of us' she thinks to herself. "Go back and stand against the wall, don't try anything funny, I'm still in control." She follows him to wall and still holding the gun kicks her left leg up on the wall so that the heel of her boot lands above his right shoulder. She keeps the gun pointed, pressing it just under his chin. Really into the moment now, he turns his head and licks the entire length of her boot continuing a bit higher to caress the back of her knee with his excited tongue.. Her skirt confining her legs. Her shoes felt tight. Was she... growing? She was! The class watched as she grew taller and taller. Her skirt rode up her tighs. Her shirt stretched, buttons straining. No one was more shocked then Janet.Then, her shirt could take no more. POP POP POP! The buttons on her blouse shot off in all directions. Her shirt fell open, revealing a black, thick bra. Her skirt split down the side, flapping loosely. And still she grew. She was nearing six feet tall now! Her. Looking at some more of the pictures of the naked woman in the magazine, she tried to copy some of the poses and found that she could actually be just as sexy as she was. Except for the bush between her thighs.She made a decision right then and there to do something about it. Looking at the time, another half hour had passed, she took a pair of scissors from the cabinet, her husbands razor from the shelf and went to work. Forty five minutes later she enjoyed her own look in the mirror again and.