A stance that seemed to say, “Here I am, me in all my glory gracing the natural beauty that God gave us with my own!” Her back was too me, and I v...ewed all of her sensual curves, as I had so many times before. I followed every sweep, swoop, and wave of her body with my eyes as she reached up and tugged on the band that held her pony tail in place. My eyes ventured back to her long filaments as the tresses fell against her back and lingered there, mimicking the surf, curly-cueing around her. The entrance to her vagina lay beneath a prominent fleshy and tufted hillock. When stimulated her ‘jack in the pulpit’ swelled and grew glistening and pulsing out from under its hood. Now as she watched from her front window, not deigning to step out and greet him, the new neighbor turned deliberately and stared at her as though he knew she was watching. A small smile formed on his ugly face and he ducked as though peeking back at her and waved. Lauren quickly jerked away from the window and. I began to think ...well, she's massaged my feet, my shoulders, and now by bottom. What's next? Before I could ponder that question long, I had the answer. Sharon was now massaging my thighs - just like she had done when I was young. I could feel her hands begin at my knees and slowly, but methodically, work their way up to the bottom edge of my thong underwear (thank goodness, I still had them on at least, I thought to myself!). It may have been my imagination, but it felt like her fingers. She was 7 years old when the curse was first noticed, she was playing with her twin sister Abby, Abby had her hand on Lara and was thinking about how much she wanted another doll to play with and in flash Lara was a doll, even through the change was over in an instant Lara could feel the change, she couldn't do anything to stop it and a split second later Lara was a doll just like Abby's other dolls and identical to any you would find in a toy shop, Lara could still "see", "feel" and "hear" and.