When we started kissing, you screamed in pain and then collapsed to the floor. Fortunately for you, you passed out before the really ugly stuff. Your ...ody reshaped itself into that of young woman, and a beautiful one at that." This can't be. How can..." I drifted, and then I remembered. "That bitch!" What?" Carrie asked in a very concerned and curious voice."Karen." I explained. "She came over about half-an-hour before you got here. She wanted to get back together. She got mad when I told her. Two years ago, we moved too quickly, but I have no regrets," I confessed. Hopes of him avoiding that subject came upon me. His fingers came to his lips, and then to my forehead. "Truth or dare, Mr Gladwell?" I asked. "If you insist calling me that, truth," he told me. "How old were you when you first viewed porn?" I wanted to know. "Sixteen, on a VHS. If you have no idea what that is, try consulting Wikipedia," he suggested. Truths went on for twenty minutes, and then a dare broke out. "I dare. "You'reDelicia now, little girl!" they would say, and I would imagine myselfprotesting, "No! No! I'm Frankie!" This fantasy was exciting beyondmeasure, and with that my panty sessions started giving me erections.What would they do with me once they had dressed me up? Make me walkabout the house like that, of course. Make fun of me, too. Call mea little girl. But what else beyond that? What was the most girlything they could make me do? Kiss a boy! That was it...they'd makeme kiss some. She wore a full set of plate armor, but it did very little to hold back her Jamambos. They were encased in custom armor, but each round ball was at least the size of his head.“Wench…” He croaked, looking for the nearest serving girl. She didn’t hear him, and he tried again loudder. “Wench!”This time the barmaid came over. He recognized her, one of the farmers girls. She was a healthily plump girl, with a thick body and tits as large as all the others forced into a bodice she likely hadn’t been.