My pants were allthe wrong proportions. My shirts hung on me except where pushed out bythe new breasts, but at least they were comfortable and covered...myalien new body. My socks were all too big, same with my shoes, so Ipadded around on my bare feet.I switched on the TV and changed to a news station but it appeared thatthe world was going its depressing way as usual. I peered at the date.It was a Thursday. The last I remembered before the change was being ata neighborhood tavern on Monday. I said yes. I explained we have sex almost everyday, and that usually she is more expressive. "I see... you must be very good if you can make a woman crave for your sex almost every day hehe" she said. I smiled. The conversation continued with her telling me her sexlife with her husband. For some reason, her telling me her sexlife, her favourite positions, her dreams, turned me on. I started to have an erection. "Sorry if I am too rude, but last night I saw you little friend. May I ask how long. Fr?ulein Rottenbach had invited her to have a talk withSalomon about his disgusting habit and ways to overcome his addiction tomasturbation. She made it clear that Salomon was expected to embrace andfollow all of her advice in order to stay in the house.Salomon was not offered a seat and had to stand before the small tablewhere the two Women enjoyed a cup of tea.Sister Magdalena said, she had been overseeing the dormitory of conventschools for many years and curbing the excitements of boys was. Well, I replied, I don't know that I'm any sort of genius, I mean, you can see how I've gotten through life. But I can follow along, I get the jokes, and I can contribute sometimes if allowed. But I also know when to keep my mouth shut and I think that's a good trait for a lady to have. Roger chuckled and then said, absolutely. You just might be a genius because the smartest woman in any room is the one who shuts up and lets her man do the talking.I agree, I replied and smiled as he put his.