It was an old realistic miniature statue of the death aspect with mithril chain mail. She touched the metal looking at the signature of it written by...the gods and before her eyes, it pulsed and extended becoming many times its size.It grew from being a pretty bracelet to something she could wear. In an instant, the change happened with a whirl wind of changes to key parts of the pieces signature. She actuated it into a necklace and picked it up to look at. Its weight was feathery and. Her body itself was alright and mildly attractive to Dave. He of course stared at her a lot as her smocks tightly clung to her emphasizing her majestic breast. He would occasionally purposely rub against her breast just to crop a feel. His slew moves would cause her to brush off the squeeze of her breast as an accidental reach, but he, like the con he is, was able to divert her to think he was reaching for something. Another princess she was indeed. Then there’s Heather, one of the few. With those words, she realized how much she had really changed since she became Joni. First, she started with sex, and then she started acting politely around her parents so she wouldn’t be kicked out or worse, recognized as Johnny. Now she’s starting to act shy and as if she didn’t want to see Jillian naked. What’s really crazy is that she wanted to show off what she’s been having sex with to Sissy. Possibly to get revenge for the sex Sissy has been having with Lila.“Whoa is this a bad time?”. At which point, Prudie told her to stop being a stick in the mud that the two of us were just having a good laugh at couple of old nanny goats.Grandma took a fit of the giggles and Prudie asked George and me to stay the night. She would fix popcorn and we could watch Night of the Living Dead, which was one of Elvis's favorites.After the movie, we played Clue until Grandma declared it was time for everyone to be in bed. Prudie complained that it was only one in the morning, but didn't push it to.