I waited in the room for another hour. Alex and Tom had taken Beckyaway. I pondered my new knowledge. It would be such a shame to wasteit. Periodicall... I would glance down at my new body, but my mind waselsewhere. I'd been given a death sentence. Thinking about beingtransformed into a young woman was barely even registering in mythoughts. I could understand their fears, but Becky was right. If ithappened to anyone else, I'd be the first to want to analyze a livingspecimen. But that's been my. As the years passed, every night turned into every second night, then once a week, until by the sixth year of our marriage we fucked from time to time. What had happened to us? Sure, we both had busy careers and lives, but I still loved sex and I missed my husband's nightly attentions. It wasn't all his fault. I wasn't as spontaneous as I had once been. I became content most evenings with settling in for a glass of wine and a warm bath.Still, something was stirring inside me. Instead to. Her scholarship gone. Hell, even getting a shitty job at that point would be the best she could hope for. She would have to tell everyone for the rest of her life that she was a felon. And prison?! She couldn’t go to prison!! She just turned 18. Supposedly the best part of her life. What the fuck was she going to do? She sat too stunned to even respond.“And that’s not all,” he finally said breaking the silence.“Not all!!” she screamed inside her head. “What the hell else was there?” she. I'm thinking Joe's gonna see me and he's gonna be pissed. I start squirming to sit up and trying to pull my dress back down, but I realize it's too late. He's already seen me. But he doesn't look pissed. He's talking to Kris and their watching the whole thing. i reach up and bury my face in my hands and feel the mask. I remember and find hope. Maybe he doesn't realize it's me. 'Surely he remembers the dress I'm wearing.' I think. But their are black lights on and my dress is almost glowing. It.