Itwas brand new, and I didn't realize it until I took it out of thepackage but, holy smoke, this camisole felt as soft as butter and fitme snugly, mak...ng my breasts bulge out invitingly. If you've ever goneto Hooters restaurant and seen how snug their tank tops fit them,you'll have an idea how my camisole looked on me...and it pretty muchdid the same thing for my rack as their tops do for theirs. Thespaghetti straps of the camisole even color coordinated nicely with thethin straps of my bra. . He had a knife in his hand and bent down to speak into myear as the knife came to rest over my throat. He said, "I want you towatch white boy, I want you to watch as your two bitches get fucked."They took turns raping my family until they had all finished. My wifeand daughter lay on the ground sobbing. I felt worse than useless as oneof the men sat on top of me, keeping me from moving.The black men started talking amongst themselves about what to do withus. They repeated that they couldn't. "Perhaps you should take a long, hard look at yourself" he said,grabbing a full-length mirror that he'd left standing against the wall.Mark gasped.From the mirror stared back the big, vacant, blue eyes of the hottest,skankiest bimbo girl that he had ever seen. She was beyond a wet dream,standing there with her cute little-girly face and cascading blondehair. She was dressed only in the most minute, pornographic parody of aschoolgirl's outfit. And her body!Her breasts were like melons straining. That one with the talking animals in space looks reallyfunny."My bangs dangled in my eyes, obscuring my view. The hated locks hadresulted in me getting steamrolled, and they were a permanent fixture inreminding me of my transformation. I wanted the offending hair gone, nota point of baldness, but at least to a length that didn't screamadorable little girl. The serum was apparently taking my mind, but Iwould have this small petty victory in transforming Kaylee into atomboy.I said, "I want to get.