..."DON'T YOU DARE TAKE PITY ON ME!" Dorian snapped. It seemed like he knewI was checking him out! He once again came at me with extreme furor. Icould...feel that same unnatural strengh of his swings as our weaponsclashed once more. I swung my sword in defense, but Dorian was out forblood. But with each clang of our swords meeting, his new tattoos wouldspread and glow brighter. His body is still not done changing. There wasmore jiggling in his chest. He had breasts now. I took a swing at himagain. Carol and I went there a few nights a week and had made friends with the owner and chef, Julian. John got dressed in a pair of slacks and open-necked shirt and then the three of us went to our apartment to get some clothes. I put on some khakis and a button down shirt. Carol decided on a denim mini skirt and a gauze peasant blouse. She told us that she was not going to wear underwear. She looked hot.The restaurant wasn't very far away. We had an old car, my grandfather's, with a bench. "I thought it would be better than the one in the Smellementary School." Just the same old, dreary girl's room," Michael commented."But squeaky clean, brand new, and with two doors," said Chris. "Let's get started." I've always wondered why these rooms don't have urinals," said Robert the genius."Well, duh!" Chris said.Robert still didn't get it. "And what are sanitary napkins?" he asked, staring into one of the stalls."I don't know," Chris said. "Very clean ones?" Any further remarks were cut. She said that my parents had left for the marriage and asked to have dinner at her place. I declined and said that I will have food outside.She forced me to freshen up and come to her home for dinner as needs some help with household stuff.I agreed, and I went to her home after freshening myself. To my surprise, she has changed to sexy saree where her blouse is unable to hold huge boobs.She welcomed me inside and said that from morning she is alone and happy to have me at her home.She kept.