It seems that one day her father is the man that she has known all her life and then he is transformed overnight to a man that she doesn’t recognize... It is April 10th, 1862 and she had gotten up as usual and dressed. Instead of everyone gathering in the dining room for breakfast as usual, mother is weeping in the sitting room, her brothers have a look of puzzlement on their faces and her father is nowhere to be found. As she approaches her mother she sees a look on her face that she has never. In moments, his chest had become girlishly thin. The sight of it madehim feel incredibly vulnerable.Meanwhile slight bumps developed beneath his nipples. They were hard asmarbles and throbbed tenderly as he breathed. In an effort to stoptheir growth, he flexed his waning pecks. It did nothing to help.Instead his pecks slowly dissolved and the hard marbles tripled in size.At first they clung tightly to his chest and even seemed like muscle.Yet as they drew in more of his real muscle,. I moved up beside her, rubbing my face against hers, then my body along hers. She reciprocated and sniffed at me more. Her fur was damp and not just with sweat. I looked back and blood was smeared along my body. I moved back around and as I moved along her body again, I observed her sides. There didn't seem to be any wounds which probably meant it wasn't her blood.My Charm continued to work on her, and she dropped to the floor, with her hips raised up in the air. She let out a loud cry, like a. . I'm sorry." "You're mad about Andrew finding pleasure in another woman." "Yes. Please, don't..." "You're jealous, angry, and frustrated his cock is in her mouth and not yours." "Yes. Dean, please stop..." "You're wondering what you've done wrong. How close am I?" I tried very hard not to cry as his hands gripped my wrists even tighter than before. "You should be pleased Andrew finds pleasure in Gigi." I didn't say anything. I didn't know what to say. He asked me if I thought Andrew had been.