I imagined what color panties and bra she was wearing under her tight blue jeans and black button up shirt. I wish that I had the balls to go over to ...er and talk to her speak sweet nothings into her ear and take her hair down so I can I could run my fingers through her sexy dark hair. My other hand slowly unbuttoning her top as it fell to floor. I then slide my hand to clasp of her bra freeing her magnificent breasts for me to see. I was totally into my fantasy that I didn’t realize she was. I took the stack of new posters to the nearest saloon and sat down with a beer to begin studying them. I hadn't been at it very long, when some bozo with too much to drink, strutted up to me and said in a very loud voice, "I'll bet you are one of those dirty bounty hunters. I hate bounty hunters. You're nothing but a bunch of leaches and thieves."I stared at him in surprise. There were a few other men in the saloon at the time and they all looked at us to see what this entertainment was all. “You have Sam to think about too,” she carped. “And I don’t want her having to support you!”Those decisions were still most of a year away, though, and all of them had to pass their final exams, which were administered by the state, and not the people who had been doing the home teaching. They needed to be serious about their studies so those tests weren’t a problem. After that, they could plan more of the future.They also needed to take the S.A.T.s, because without official transcripts, that. You see, Paula hadn't always had a pussy. Paula had been born Paul. Shehad been changed into Paula by what was, for her, a piece of accidentalbut wonderful magic.Around this time last year, in the lead-up to Christmas, 12 year old Paulhad decided he wanted, more than anything else, a pussy for Christmas.What Paul hadn't realised was that "pussy" has a double meaning, and sowhile his parents had got him a pet kitten, Santa had magically given hima pussy. So now Paul was Paula.Although Paula had.