"How wouldyou like to dance?"He only smiled at me as he stood and held out his hand to help me offthe sofa. We walked to the center of the room and st...rted dancing to themusic that Jackie had put on the CD player. Jerry put his hands on my shoulders as I held onto his waist. He was somuch taller then I that I felt as if I were dancing with a giant. I was fascinated by his size and didn't feel afraid any longer. I guessthe wine had relaxed me a little as I boldly began to squeeze his. Moving from stall to stall, John found on sign of his son. That left only the hayloft where Bobby had called his warning. Feeling fairly secure, John paused to double check the old shotgun, snapping it open and verifying it had two shells in it. He started to climb the ladder up to the hayloft. "Bobby!" he whispered again. Peering over the ladder into the loft, he saw nothing at first.Bobby had been in the large door used to throw hay up into the loft. Now that door was shut making it almost. I sat up -- I was still in the alley. I felt my chest. Yeah, firm littleboobs under a tight, stretchy tube top. My fingernails were long. My legswere mostly bare -- they'd put me in a short denim micro skirt. Nounderwear. I was barefoot. Ouch.I stood up. It felt weird. Then it hit me -- I was taller than before.Funny. I'd bet I was the first of his victims to get taller after beingtransformed.I felt around in the pockets of my skirt -- no money, no wallet, none ofmy stuff. All I found was a. I only stopped running just before I got to Starbucks before turning around and waiting for Gabriella to catch up. Watching her run down the road after me was bliss. It was as if heaven and earth had collided and brought me a divine intervention in the form of her beautiful body. I could see her eyes glistening like the sun on the ocean. Those voluptuous globes of hers bouncing like a rubber ball as she ran along the street as elegantly as a dancer in a concert. ‘Wow.’ I whispered to myself as.