"Shit! They won't come off!" You"ve got to take them off, Harry... what if... what if you don't get your dream body... you get mine?" she yelled, hyst...rical with panic."Oh......my..... god!!!!!!" Harry moaned as the magic from the rings kicked with a vengeance. He doubled up, clenching his stomach, then suddenly stood up again, flicking back a full head of lush, curly blonde hair.Tina screamed, watching as Harry began transforming right in front of her.Harry wasn't really sure what was. The name had been in my head for some years,borrowed from someone I'd admired on television."Mmm, cute name Kirsten."One Saturday afternoon Jenny was helping me to style my hair, which wasnow almost shoulder length. It was straight and I'd dyed it with henna toa red-black. She was stood behind me and we were both chatting to eachother in the mirror when she told me she had some friends coming roundthat evening. It didn't seem to be any concern of mine until she saidthat one was a really good. He stopped and asked at the desk where he was told that there was a laundromat on Carrington that was open from six to 2300.In his room he read a few more chapters of Sayers before going to sleep.It wasn’t a restful sleep. Was he really going to Olary? He hadn’t heard of it before. Why was he seeing Karen and Gudrun again? He wasn’t serious. And then he dreamt the story of the Black Duck women and Mungoongarlie, the giant goanna. It was a story of drought and rain. Then the youngest wife turned. The slave-girl takes her fingers back and sucks on them herself. Then, she slowly slides them back into her pussy. She lets out a large, deep moan as she fucks her cunt a few inches from Ashley's gagged mouth. Then, Ashley feels something. A small, constant vibration, gently massaging the walls of her vagina. Ashley groans loudly and uncontrollably, causing drool to drip from her mouth. The slave plays with herself more vigorously now. She watches Ashley, her mouth open with delight. "Mmm. Miss.