I walked over to a full-length mirror to look atmyself. I started to cry! I was crying with joy because a woman waslooking back at me! Not the pret...iest woman in the world, but a womannone the less. I cried for a few minutes and then washed my face again.I then applied some press-on nails on my fingers and filed them down toa suitable size. The absolute joy and relief to be dressed and lookingthis way is beyond words to describe. I felt free and content...andhappy! I had never been. ‘Yes.’ ‘Sensitivity?’ She winced as the tips of the fells flashed against her skin. The backs of her legs and buttocks were growing warm now. Tingling. ‘Yes.’ ‘Anything else?’ The concussion of the blow surprised her and drove the air out of her lungs. ‘Leadership,’ she gasped. ‘Does George possess these qualities?’ ‘Some.’ ‘Did Steve possess these qualities?’ ‘Some,’ she gasped ‘The ones George doesn’t.’ ‘Interesting.’ The last blow had some force to it, and she was rocked forward in the. " Natalie looked at Bitsy, "I will go on, I always have, but not here, I'm going home, where I belong." then she closed her eye's waiting for Trink, not saying another word. Bitsy thinking Natalie meant the new house didn't say anything more, just sat quietly with Natalie, once the twins came in and Bitsy sent them out. Brand strode into the keep with a muttering, ranting Trink tucked under his arm like a sack of potato's. He strode up the stairs and stopped outside Natalie's door, then he put. Tingaling twitched her wand once again, the dress shrinking even more, her cleavage on show, her tiny tinsel thong glistening brightly. "Umm..." his face reddened. "Yes..."purred Tingaling. "Umm... I would love... a Gameboy!" "Just how old are you, Timmy?" she asked, a bit incredulous now. She was almost giving it way here! "I'm eighteen." Tingaling couldn't believe her elfin ears. "Eighteen? And pissing about with toys? What kind of boy are you? I stand here, half naked, gagging for some.