Mind if I sit?”“Go ahead. Be right back,” he said. The excuse to leave the room and head for the fridge was a welcome one. Her body drew his ...yes like a magnet, and he knew he had to look like a psycho stalker. It also gave him a chance to adjust his swollen manhood, which he doubted was going to go down any time soon.He returned with a bottle of water, and handed it to her. The angle – standing above her as she sat on the couch – had him inadvertently looking straight down her cleavage. . "You are somehow an angel and a sex kittenall in one! Equally. And so beautiful. My God, Heather, you are beautiful!"The makeover artists smiled and nodded with Sarah in agreement. I wasblushing over all of this and said, "Well, I guess I am cute like this."Truthfully, I agreed with them all. They had somehow transformed me intosomething uniquely exotic and sweetly erotic! I was hoping John would likeit.Chapter 3 - Mr. And Mrs. HathawayThe wedding music had begun, and Sarah said, "Heather, it's. I walked out of the changing room and spotted Annaputting the sheets from the massage table into a laundry machine that Ihadn't noticed earlier. She was dressed in my clothes and glanced at mewhen she heard me closing the door."Are you ok?" she asked."No, I'm not even close to 'ok.' But I feel, ..... comfortable? How isthis possible?" I asked feeling desperate."It's the magic, if we had been touching the medallion together for thefull 30 minutes, we would have complete sets, of memories,. Something quite extraordinary, since women were strictly forbidden (forobvious reasons) inside the main building of the monastery.Next morning, as I woke up, I took a couple of minutes before I couldremember what happened the night before. I found a mirror inside thebathroom (the monks gave me a room with bathroom, this meant that someonevery important had ceded his room to me last night, maybe Thuangduulhimself) and saw Illana's familiar face. I examined my body. I have nowlarge breasts,.