For two or three days after each photo session, Carol would masturbate thinking about what the husband and she had done at the last session and wonder...ng if he was masturbating to thoughts of her. In the days before the next session, she would masturbate while fantasizing about what the two of them might do next. Again, there were pictures to back up her story. Those pictures, however, were kept in a closed, locked pocket in the back of the album. The husband got bolder. Carol got more turned. "The breasts, the hands, your voice, they are all part of the complete package... You're a woman." B-but how?" I asked looking at her with a plea for help."I don't know. When we started kissing, you screamed in pain and then collapsed to the floor. Fortunately for you, you passed out before the really ugly stuff. Your body reshaped itself into that of young woman, and a beautiful one at that." This can't be. How can..." I drifted, and then I remembered. "That bitch!" What?" Carrie asked in a. You’re obviously in over your head ... or Elisif is in over her head, something like that.”I crawled up onto the bed with Astrid, looking her in the eye. “Are you ready, my love?” She nodded, licking her lips and reaching for me. I took the shorter end and put it up inside me, giving a gasp as it ran across my nubbin. Serana ran the strap around my waist so it’d stay in place, then ran her finger down and along my crack.“Come here, Elisif, let’s help these two make a baby.” Serana leaned over. Frustrated, she tossed the thin blanket off her body and slid off the bed into the muggy Austin air of midsummer. The rays of a full moon beamed through her window, illuminating her ample curves through the gossamer nightgown she was wearing. She crossed the sparsely decorated dorm to the bathroom and flipped on the light.Jessica ran the cold water and splashed some on her face before gazing into the mirror. What stared back was an image she’d grown tired of. A woman quickly approaching.