Pssssst ... I turned to her. She reaches her hand up, grabs her top, and pulled it to the side, exposing her breast to me!I think my eyes damned near ...opped right out of my head! First of all, I couldn’t believe she just did that, but even more than that, I couldn’t believe she did that in her own house, when her parents could walk in any second. She laughed hysterically at my reaction, and covered herself up. I just sat there with my mouth open, I couldn’t believe what I just saw. Her nipples. The only one they had to pass through was Springfield on their way south. She’d taken her time as President Johnson delivered a speech on the same grounds Lincoln had made famous. She stopped to listen, ending up staying the night outside of town in the kind of subdued saloon the states offered. St Louis wouldn’t be much better, she knew. But she’d have to try and find entertainment while she could. She could hardly go drinking, gambling, and fighting while babysitting Jerome the city-slicker.. " Hang on," I objected. "No-one has agreed to have sex with any of you nor with your sisters. All that has happened is that we took you to the Prom and things might have gone a little far even with just a kiss and now we have dates for the weekend. It is a bit of a stretch to assume that automatically leads to sex and then to assume that even if it did it would happen in the next six weeks." How long has it been Dad?" Prue asked gently."We know none of you have dated for years," added Ange."And. That image wasn't a man, noway. Karen was thinking along the same lines, even more determinedthan Chris that the person wearing her clothes creation should act,think, be feminine. "As of this moment, you are a girl named Krystal. If we callyou Krys, you still respond as a woman. The name you hear will beshort for Krystal, not Christopher. Do you understand, Krystal." "Yes," she answered Karen quietly. "Yes what?" Karen demanded. "Yes, ma'am," the demure girl responded, twirling her.