“An astral being is a force a nature,” I said, searching for recognition in his eyes, “it’s what makes magic work. There are thousands of type... of astral beings, and more than a few of them can give the user the power to snoop around my fucking house.”“I’m being honest with you,” the young man said, his shaking voice barely a whisper, his body visibly trembling, “please, let me go.”“I’m sorry, boy,” I said, tightening my finger on the trigger, and tilting the crossbow upward so that the sights. She could still wear our original outfit. Molly, Amy and I were all cheerleaders. I should tell you that the three of us were rather outspoken girls. We weren't shy and didn't take any shit from anyone, male or female. We were all three rather popular. I'm not bragging here; please don't take it that way. I'm just trying to give you a few facts.Two perverts in our class came up to me and wanted to dance. I really didn't care for them when we were in school and I didn't much care for them now.. We both work panties, bras and a garter belt. Along with Hanes Silk Sensation Stockings and pointy toe pumps. Short slips completed our lingerie. We made each other up, glam and sexy with scarlet nail polish and lipstick. As a boi, I tucked little clitty well, making sure my pantyline looked all girl. Fifi wore a wrap-around dress with a sash that tied in a big bow above her bottom. I wore a twirly skirt, also with an attached satin belt for tying a sweet bow, plus a nylon blouse trimmed in. I was confused. What lumps? So I walked to the bathroom andundressed. And Mom was right. I had lumps. Small mounds of- Not flesh.They were like Tommy's hand. Like painted porcelain. I hadn't evennoticed the change. I knew I should have panicked right then and there.But here is the thing. They felt natural. Right. Well, mostly. In theback of my mind, I couldn't change the feeling that they should bebigger.Like the breasts of a girl. Which was an absurd thought, right? Boysdon't grow breasts..