” “PALMS ON THE TABLE!” THWACK. THWACK. I quickly complied. The stinging wasn’t going away, but it wasn’t entirely unpleasant either. I felt...the girls brushing against the halter. I checked quickly, but not quick enough. THWACK. “Hands on the table!” THWACK. Yup, they were a little stiff. I resolved to have a chat with them about when they choose to show up. Although, they kind of forced me to admit that I kind of liked this. Maybe. A little. THWACK. “Do you have a boyfriend?” THWACK. Not any. We went through our roles one last time, skipping nothing. I decided to make it even more real for Frank, so I had also put on pink lipstick and a dab of perfume behind my ears and on my bosom. I told Frank it would add to the realism. We came to the part were Ron, the anchorman, convinces Diane to date him, and, at the end of the date, where she stops feuding and warms up to him, he kisses her. We were both nervous. Neither of us looked forward to the impending kiss, but this is Theater Arts.. He first of many soldiers for Miss Heavan were soon to be birthed from my huge now swollen body,that miss heavan had modified my make up of my body so it would enlarge to incubate a full grown trans super sexual super sex machine that would sweep the world and turn the name of planet earth to that of planet HEAVAN.The nurses were steadily monitoring the growth of the first trans giant as my stomach had swollen to twice the size of a zeppelin air ship as they felt around my newly grown vegina to. I didn't understand how, or why, but I was definitely beginning to look and feel like a woman. Jill came out of the bathroom wearing a very sheer negligee that had my heart skipping beats. I may not have mentioned this before, for babbling on about my own predicament, but Jill is one sexy woman. She is 5'9" tall, weighs 120lbs and has straight, full, and long blond hair, a lean yet curvy figure, long legs, blue eyes, full lips, full yet perky C-cup breasts, a dynamite ass, and a face that.