But Anne wanted to be outdoors, it was a lovely day and good summer days weren’t to be wasted hanging around indoors. ‘Oh, come on Stan, you can�...t seriously be wanting to watch television on a beautiful day like today? Come out with me for a walk!’ Stan didn’t protest, he just wanted to please Anne. They went for a walk in the park, holding hands like children. It was something that came naturally to Stan, but to Anne it felt odd at first. She hadn’t held hands with a boyfriend like that since. The day after school ended for the summer mother showed up. Shehanded me a bag and told me to wear the clothes contained therein. Myhopes that they were boys clothing were dashed when I spilled them onthe bed. With tears in my eyes I dressed in the pink thong andmatching bra. I then put on a short red summer dress and tied my hairin a high pony tail with a red ribbon. I wore full makeup. When Icame out for mom's inspection, she told me to pack and that we wouldbe leaving immediately. She was. The air was filled with my screams and the sounds of bones cracking. My arms and legs were hit next as the fire spread to them, strengthening and lengthening them so that they could support my body weight. My hands and feet were next, the fire strengthening and changing them, and exchanging nails for claws. Then the fire rushed back to my torso burning tough scales into my skin and building muscles underneath the skin, toughening and strengthening my respective systems so that they could bear. He pressed his hips harder against me. "Sean, stop!" I tried to keep my composure, tried not to moan as I felt him slide his cock against me. "So this is how you want it? You want to fight me? Fine." He pulled my hands above my head and held them there. He took his other hand and ran it down my body. Going lower to my pussy. As he traced a finger over me, he slipped one inside. It took everything not to moan out. He noticed and smiled, "For a girl so against this, you are very wet." he said as.