”“I understand”, I said.By now he had two fingers shoved into my pussy and was moving them in and out slowly, using his thumb to rub my clit at ...he same time. He watched my face to see my reaction and, unfortunately, it was having the intended effect. I closed my eyes and moaned softly as his fingers continued their stimulation. He picked up the pace slightly, as my hips began to rock in rhythm with his stroking fingers. With his other hand he was lightly slapping my heavy tits, watching them. He broke his aseptic scrub. Also, he was shrinking,shrinking badly. He is now, 5'4" and he has now middle size breaststoo. He left his scrubs on. His breasts were big now and he didn'thave a bra on. He wanted to drive his sport's car but he didn't knowhow to drive his manual transmission now. So, he got a taxi cab driverto drive him to his home in Westchester. He saw that he was, now,4'11" too.He arrived; he saw, in the mirror, a duplicate of Hannah. He yelled toher. It was the same. They were at the baggage area of the Dallas airport and had several hours drive ahead of them.Shannon smiled broadly and nodded."Our home is your home," she offered. And she meant it. Any friend of Dustin's was a friend of theirs and was welcome in their home.Especially this guy. Dustin had been a little bit of a discipline problem at home and they were concerned about him and the Army. But right after he had left for basic training they began to hear about "Private Miller." As their son's. Do you like me doing this?”Gretchen maintained eye contact while she searched for the right reply. Finally, she softly said, “I feel like Cinderella. You are my Fairy Godmother, Sue. You are getting me ready for the ball.”Sue moved her face toward Gretchen’s until their lips just slightly touched. “Bibbidy, bobbidy,” she whispered.Gretchen both heard and felt the words as Sue’s lips brushed against hers. She also felt an erotic wave. Completing Sue’s phrase she whispered, “Boo.” Pressing her.