As all sensations she associated with her forced metamorphosis beganto lessen, she tried to raise one of her altered hands to hertransformed face, but...her fur covered arms no longer bent that way.Not familiar with how her new body moved, she expended a great dealof energy to finally manage a simple glimpse of one of her hands.Only it was quite clearly no longer a hand; it looked like a _paw_.Then suddenly, her view of the world turned black and white. And hernose was assaulted with a vast. As her mind raced to figure out the best way to meet him alone, she noticed Nancy’s son watching her with clear interest. Not an ugly young man but nothing like her cowboy, she thought, and soon got up to get a drink and scout out the terrain more thoroughly. Naturally, he soon followed her. She suppressed a sigh and made herself amicable. He introduced himself. “Yes,” she smiled, “you’re Nancy’s son.” “That’s me.” “Big scholar boy, I hear.” “So they say,” he smiled, and she smiled quietly. Asking about my experiences and the things that i have done. i thought ok maybe this guy doesn't get any so maybe i can tell him how to do it when he does get some ...but , i believe it was all a part of his game that i had no intent on being a player in. we hung out this one particular evening and i noticed he kept staring at me . I asked him what was up did i waste something on my clothes or something. he said he thought that i did and told me to hold my arms out .Then he surprised me by. It's a shame I don't know what your wearing! I would hope to try and glance down your top and since its warm if you wore a skirt, you would not have to wear any panty hose. My hand could find your nice smooth thigh to brush against. I could tease you by kissing your neck and telling you how I am going to slowly undress you when we get home. Do you like fish? They have beautiful fish here in Perth, maybe grilled Red Emperor with asparagus and baby potatoes? Would you like a glass of white wine?.