The delivery guy didn’t know either, but he, like the grocery delivery guy, was pleased to make the delivery because he knew there would be a large ...ip. His language about the women wasn’t something that the Matthews would put up with, though, and I set him straight.”“What did he say?”“Started to say,” Hanover corrected. “He said he liked to deliver here because of all the good-looking pussy ... I think he was going to say ‘that came out to help him unload,’ but I didn’t let him get that. Jane and I were worried about her, but she insisted that she was okay. Well, that obviously was not true, but we did not know what to do about it. However, if she did not feel better by tomorrow, I was going to insist that she visit the medical department again. If nothing else, something should be done to help her feel better.By the next morning, Karen was still not feeling any better, so all of us shepherded her back to the medical office to see if something could be done to help her. We. “I wonder what it feels like to sit here. What does it feel like to walk into the kitchen? What do I look like when a lay my girls atop the breakfast bar?” It felt so good to just walk around as Rhonda. To sit, cross my legs and feel the fabric of my slip move against my pantyhose. I returned to the bedroom and again admired myself in the full length mirror. I stepped closer and rubbed my girls with both hands, I stepped back and spread my legs to stretch the fabric of the dress across my. It's bad enough I'm stuck in a girl's body and that itseems to be acting on it's own, but now I've got new memories as well?Where's the reset button? I want out! -Alex noticed his (her?) gaze drifting to Miss Naomi's hair - acavalcade of gentle waves, a crimson waterfall that brushed past hershoulders. As he struggled with an emotion akin to envy, another straythought crossed his mind, - I wonder if I'll grow up to be that pretty?-_That_ made him sit up and take notice, so to speak. His body.