Under his T-shirt appeared two bumps, quickly multiplying in size. He slapped his hands over them in a desperate effort to stop them growing, as if he...could push the lumps back into himself. His breasts started to hurt from the pressure of his hands, which were almost enveloped in the soft flesh he was acquiring. His mind struggled to comprehend what was happening. He had tits, huge and heavy. He closed his eyes and tried to make them go away by sheer will power, but he could still feel his. Bukei had looked at him incredulously.'Marketing ... yes marketing.' He had roared with laughter. Then trundled off down the corridor mumbling about marketing and giggling to himself.Thomas sipped his drink. It was a Pimm's No1 served in a pint Jug.He glanced at his wife. She was happy at least. After two difficult economic years this job had been a godsend. They needed it. Suzanne had started to blossom again in the last two months since their arrival in Zimbabwe. He was not going to make a. The evening deepened and his friends suggested they all go out for drinks, keep the day going into the night, but Cody declined, clubbing and drinking had never really been his scene and, though they teased him about going to collect from that shop lady, they understood that he didn’t enjoy it as much as they did, they were, Cody knew, good friends to have.He found himself wandering the streets of the city, his headphones in, listening to music and he followed his feet. Usually, after parting. That is enough for them. But there is more’ he said. ‘What do you mean?’ I asked. ‘I like to take it further, I like to show off my pantyhose in public!’ ‘Your k**ding!’ I said. ‘Nope, it is such a thrill showing other people my smooth nylon encased legs, there are a few odd looks from some of the girls who jog there, they seem to be so much more observant than the guys jogging, but so far nobody has said anything and no-one has had the guts to speak to me face to face about my clothing choice.