The hardest part for me was seeing nude women. I didn't, or couldn't, get aroused and I was finding it easier and easier to undress in front them. Be...ore I knew it, I just didn't care anymore. Now, I started to compare their figures to mine. Which, by the way, was improving daily. My new hormones were causing me to 'fill out'. My breasts grew fuller and rounder, as did my hips and buttocks. My legs added flesh and were becoming quite shapely. My skin felt like a baby's behind. I ran my slender. For God’s sake stop! When will I stop? In shock, a gasp, surprise and downwards still more I rushed headlong, steep, fast through moving ice. She fell too. For an instant she sprang an arm to grasp with mine in desperation. Alas it was not to be. I sensed something was wrong. I felt peculiar, heavy, in pain yet no pain existed within me! This could not be so. The motion downwards continues beyond the prescribed amount. Surely to God something should … what was to happen? Blinded now. I. He was junior class servant in a house belonging to a Noble Lady. Now it was summer vacation season and the Mistress with Her closest entourage had departed to Her Villa near the seacoast. The work at home was not so intensive and duties slightly reduced. He had found a gap in the daily schedule and was escaped unnoticed trying to bring some medicines and food to his sic father. The old man was slowly sinking due slow but irreversible decease of his lungs. When his illness was discovered, the. One that I forgot that day in your apartment.”“You didn’t force yourself on her,” Melody said.“No, but did she really freely consent? Or did she do it because of peer pressure? Consent is a dodgy thing at times. That’s another thing I learned. Acquiescence isn’t consent.”“So how do you know for sure?”“Mostly by waiting. And that usually means days or even weeks. Not minutes the way it happened in your dorm.”Or at the dojo that Saturday morning with Jolene, I didn’t add. It had been completely.