"Rowan what's wrong?" What's wrong, can't you see that you have turned me into a freak, how am I going to get married and have children?" the boy scre...med.After calming him down we told what had been done to him, she looked at us shocked, when she asked, "Do you mean I have to let some man fuck me in the ass so that I can have children." Yes and No," replied Beth, "you see you can get pregnant by a man but you could also make a woman pregnant because your dick is fully functional. Do you. I always had a really good ass – I had slim, boyish hips, and it jutted out behind and bounced along nicely when I walked, especially in my favourite tight blue jeans or cut-off denim shorts. Now I was filling out up front to match it, as my chest went from desert plateau to a nice pair of rounded and pointy hills. I’m a natural blonde (lucky me), which then I kept in a pony tail – between that and my bum flouncing along, plenty of heads would turn after I went past. I was also quite sporty. She said, “I would like it if you would come to an unveiling of a painting tomorrow evening. I think it would be great if you would bring Ellen with you. It starts at eight.”“You know each other?” Dan asked puzzled by the exchanges of looks going on among the women.“We just met,” Ellen said.Grinning at Dan, Sue said, “Ellen came here to ask you out. Isn’t that nice?”“Ahh,” Dan said rather surprised by Sue’s comment. He didn’t think that Ellen would come there to ask him out. It was more likely. It was warn as I walked to the small cul-de-sac where the bus was parked. I could feel my breasts sway under my cotton t-shirt, heavy with expectation, my erect nipples doing little to hide their excitement, pointing the way ahead.I entered the bus and saw the big overweight driver drinking from a can of coke. He was sweating profusely in the heat, with rivulets of sweat running from his brow, from under his hat, as he sat in his tight cubical, with the engine switched off.He never really.