She craved the attention and affection of someone who was very much a man. She did not know who this man was but dreaming never hurt anyone. In her mi...d, she crafted the perfect man. He was tall, dark and handsome. His hair was as black as coal and his eyes as blue as the clear summer sky when there was not a cloud in site. The way he walked had purpose. His confidence radiating from his body like steam from a hot bowl of grits. He was educated and challenged her intellectually. She needed a. However as the hot, salty, musky seedhit his taste buds he gasped with pleasure, he needed more! So he began togulp the seed down greedily, and with this his stomach was flooded witheven more plant seed. He watched wide eyed as his lips began to swellgrowing plump and luscious and cherry red!.He gasped as he felt his breasts swelling to gigantic proportions and lastbut not least the tingle went straight to his brain."Nooooo....I am....bat...bat.....Barbie.....I am Barbie......I lovelicking. Richard began to sulk around the manor, sitting usually in his study reading some dour poet, smoking a pipe. When Elizabeth went up and tried to talk to him, he would brush her off and go out to the lounge. They hadn't made love in weeks. He had even begun to go down to the village and drink with the commoners, returning red-faced and heavy-footed, cursing at her under his breath before falling onto the bed as inert as a sack of potatoes. He had the general aura of a man betrayed.When Elizabeth. His displeasure increased when Gayle only half turned toward him. It tripled when Gayle continued to walk past him as if he’d never seen him. ‘I hate that guy.’ Gayle muttered and walked down the aisle turning coats on the rack. ‘It’s mutual. Anyway why do humans try so hard to prove to themselves that they are evil? I don’t understand it. Drinking, smoking, sex, even making money. How did the angels make humans believe that everything fun is evil? How were they all convinced that everything.