She sat next to him in the theater and every time she’d run her fingers through her long hair he’d get whiffs of her pear-scented shampoo. That, c...mbined with the fact that she kept crossing and uncrossing her legs making the swishy little skirt she had on ride up higher and higher, had him sliding sideways glances at her every few seconds. It was an exercise in self-control to keep from running his hand up her thigh to see whether she was as turned on as he was. He got up to get popcorn. His room still had all the appearances of being theroom of a teenage girl. He still had on that dress. His voice was stillthat of a girl.He tried several more times to get the spell to change everything backbut it didn't work. Each time he opened his eyes, he was still a teenagegirl in her dress. Nothing changed. He was starting to become frantic,almost desperate to change back. But each time he tried, everythingstayed the same.Tears started to well up in his eyes as he muttered to himself. Although it was different from the soft white store bought bread everyone was used to, they all agreed the coarse brown bread was quite good. This lead to a discussion of the things they were going to miss, like butter."If we find a milk cow and someone can build a churn, we can make butter." Sarah pointed out. Doug went to a large china cabinet and came back with a large glass jar. The top had a crank and some gears and wooden paddles extended down into the jar. When the others asked what it. The alley was nothing like the wine bar. First of all, now her hand was feeling a semi hard cock through the trousers. The man had put her hand over there and told to stroke it. "You are not the first slut I've teached. You won't be the last one either. It's time for you to learn how to be a filthy whore." Slut was mesmerised. She now realised that she was alone in an alley with a man who was going to fuck her. She could scream or run, but the man, even with his years, was so much stronger..