No one at school, your parents, family of friends. Deal? I asked. Deal. Now what is this secret project? she responded. I have been doing magic. Well,...not magic as such, but a potion. It is really cool. Do you want to try it? I replied. What does this potion do? Is it safe? You arent going to turn me into a toad are you? she asked. No I wont turn you into a toad, Sarah. Would you like me to show you what it does on me first? That way you can see for yourself what it does.I offered. Ok. If you. . mmmm! I'm proud of my gender now, too, so, please, call me RD-Girl! Is this YOUR table? Here," she said, climbing up on top, "Let me give you a free table dance! Just for my superhero friends!" I'm not... , " the Crimson Blush muttered while she, well, blushed. " I'm really not comfortable with this." Oh, sit! Enjoy! We have a hot woman dancing on our table!" But she-- she-- she used to be a man. One that I really respected. A hero of a man. A man that meant-- well, everything that was good. All they were interested in was the fact that there was a considerable payment "under the table" of a huge number of US dollars deposited in a numbered Swiss bank account for "services rendered." The upper management of the company the team had visited that afternoon had no idea that they had been used as a cover for this, and numerous other deals, over the last 10 years which had netted the participants a very large income outside of their normal salaries and which they had paid no taxes. She felt was still overjoyed at her newfound freedom, unaware of the permanent damage that had been inflicted upon her sprit, morals, and lust.She powered on the computer in her parent's den, and saw that is was Dec 18th, four and a half years after the death of her parents. The festivities were about to begin, and she slowly made her way up to the third floor. From the window of the master bedroom, Michelle could see the subdivision in which the Tolsin's lived. At exactly five in the.