He couldn't stand any more and gripped the metal rings around his cock slowly moving up and down as the bit into his skin, he knew he couldn't last lo...g and started to work harder bringing his hand hard down onto the top of is balls. He worked it for a couple of minutes while he rocked on the plug, the deep sensation driving him to new heights. Just as he felt his balls tighten he stopped and watched his cock twitch he was so close, but he controlled himself and slapped the head of his cock. I'd worn that bardot dress from New Look, you know the layered onewith the tie, it's not even that short, and I'd worn a shawl over it too,but that little shit Ryan had been trying to take pictures up it, that'swhy he'd been playing with my hoodie. I only realised because he startedpassing the phone to his friends who was stupid enough to show it to me. Icouldn't believe it. I went mad and tried to grab the phone but they keptpassing it back amongst themselves, and telling me stop being such. I recountedhow I'd stood there frozen as the sales lady had measured my breasts, myhips, the rise of my crotch. She'd seemed so nonchalant I reflected tomyself. There were real numbers that signified the shape of my bodynow. I told my audience my numbers. I didn't say that I used to have a42 chest. But I did tell them it was 36. I had a 27 number for my waistand a 38 for my hips. I'm 5'5 I announced. I didn't talk about the transformation; I only expressed the here andnow. Some thought. "I want it back." Her voice got louder.Her mother in the wheelchair looked up for the first time. Her eyes went wide. "I know you. Oh yes, I know you."The shopkeeper turned her attention to her mother. "No, Mama, you're mistaken. You've never met-"Her mother almost bolted out of her chair. She reached for me, and I backed up. "Yes I do, dammit. I know him!"Another man walked over. "Dutchie, calm yourself or you'll have another stroke."The only thing that made any sense was that Dutchie was the.