“Hang on lads” I said “we have to get to work. Better save that for this evening”.Graham shuffled off to the kitchen while we went through the...morning ritual of shaving and dressing etc. then we went down for breakfast. Graham was keen to show us that he could lift his left arm a good six inches higher than he could two days ago. He was hoping he would have recovered sufficiently to ride his motor bike next week as he wanted to drive home to see his mother on his 18th birthday. After breakfast. He wasn’t going anywhere. I quickly removed my vest and shirt, throwing them on to the chair. I walked around behind his desk and stood in front of him. He was sitting in his chair, obviously unsure of what to do. I just stood there, glaring at him, in my black lace bra, gray skirt, and black heels. I grabbed the arms of his chair and pushed him back against the wall. I got down and knelt in front of him. He was dressed more relaxed today in jeans and a sweater, fitted enough to show he worked. It was an old friend that I called - Charlie, and he assured me that everything would be fine. We'd met a long while ago but he owed me a few favors that I was only too happy to call on.When I hung up, Anita across me had gotten herself a very different body (and I hoped very much better one). In fact, aside from one difference, her body would be almost exactly like mine."Do you have any problems, Anita?"She looked at me and seemed to be ordering stuff in her head. She nodded. "Well? List them. During summer vacation, I got addicted to masturbation. I would jerk off at least twice daily. Sometimes, I fantasized about Tashu and discharged lot of sperms. When I read an incest story in a magazine, I thought of making up a plan and make love with Tashu. One afternoon, after lunch, I took her to my room and our mothers were sleeping in ground floor since it was too hot upstairs. Our fathers were away. I persuaded Tashu to play a new game called ‘Show Yourself’ and the rule was, we pick up.