. by the time I saw him, his face was already altering... and his shoulders looked smaller... then I saw my hand and arm had touched the ground... my ...ands were now, smooth, small, delicate... and I felt the smoothness spreading."Back to the boat, fast!" Nigel said in a slowly changing voice...We tried, but our bodies wouldn't obey us. We froze..."What the hell! I can't move!"As a result we fell over, rolling on the ground, speeding the change, then our clothes began to alter. Our trousers. ..Speaking of wonderful feelings, it turned out that Jay spent enough timein my country that he had bought himself a home here. With that being thecase, he asked me to move in with him. I quickly accepted! It didn'tmatter to me that we slept in different rooms, living under the same roofas him made me feel as if we had started our relationship for real.Just a week or so after I had moved in with Jay, he informed me that hehad gotten Dr Porter to look into ways to help me to become myself.. And I'd like to think that in that moment, that person was me.For just a second, I worried that I had overstepped my bounds, but her appreciative smile allayed all my fears.We enjoyed another dinner together. I carefully steered our conversation away from the "forbidden" topics: kids, jobs, and money. We instead talked sports, current events, fashions and even a little politics. After the day's earlier massage and sex—and with a little wine added in at dinner—it seemed that Melanie had fully. I hear him chuckle, his breath tickling my neck. “There you are.” His smirk is audible. I blush and turn away. He sighs as he catches me around the waist. “Not this time, lovely. Please come out and play?” I turn in his arms to face him and meet his gaze. He smiles warmly, sweetly at me, before giving into the passionate hunger he feels. And he’s determined to bring it out in me. I give a small smile at the thought. The challenge is half the fun for him. No one else finds it worth the effort..