Charles knew something had to be done to get these pitiful creatures off the street, and so the idea for Lockley’s School for Unloved Girls was born... Instead of pleading to the families to take the girls back in, he instead went to them offering to turn their trash into decent members of society … for a small fee that is. Sure they could no longer run in the same crowds as they had previously run in, for their families still didn’t want anything to do with them, but now at least these girls. Camryn’s over excited, stiff body draped my bed with her spasming withdrawal. She slowly settled down. She was glistening in sweat. I ran my hand up her pants and under her shirt. Her burning hot tummy was pumping in and out. I dropped my head to her neck and blew some cool air into the perspiration. She rolled her head with a moan. For maybe five minutes, I massaged her calming belly and released gentle puffs of coldness onto her neck. Her sporadic twitches of pleasure made it. Actually they now werearound his ankles as he kept shrinking. Jean and Justin just stared as heshrank to about four and a half feet tall. His underwear was now on thefloor, although his shirt now hung to his knees. His hair began growing out,then he felt an odd sensation in his crotch. Ignoring the bystanders, hepulled up his shirt and watched as his penis and balls disappeared. He soonhad the genitals of a 10 year old girl. A short time later he actually seemedto be a double for Donna.The. Now it was happening and it wasn’t sexual at all. It was comforting and reassuring but not really sexy. I’m not saying I’m disappointed. I’m not. Comforting and reassuring was exactly what I needed.But it was intimate. I guess that what we were doing was about as intimate as you could get without actually doing some sort of sex. Some people might even describe it as a type of sexual act but it wasn’t. He just washed me. Intimate was the word I was looking for when I was doing Dad’s back. It was.