Eating you out would surely be a heavenly experience, but only real angels deserve such a fun reward. You are here for punishment. Choose your poison....�� I clutched a fistful of his T-shirt and looked him dead in the eye as I breathed out, “Punish me … as you see fit.” His eyes squinted, stealing the flames of Eros, and his breath hitched up to tango with mine. He was turned on, inspired, thrilled by my pick. He waited three seconds for me to change my mind, but I kept my trap shut. “There’s no. My parents chucked me out. I live with my grandmother now, but Danny and his family also support me. I’m a sophomore at Penn. Danny and I share the parenting duties.”“Danny? Danny Westbrook?”“Yeah, we had a one-night-stand on prom night. Things between us went to shit after that, but we are pretty good together as parents. The Westbrooks treat me like family too.”“Well, that takes the cake! You and Westbrook?”“He’s a neat guy. Are you with Toby’s father?”Charlotte’s face clouded. “That asshole?. Hecould only assume that the only reason he hadn't walked right out of hisshoes and pants was that SHE didn't want that to happen.STAND FACING THE MIRROR, he heard, and he squared himself up in front ofthe door-sized mirror outside the dressing rooms. Now that he could seehis reflection, he realized his assessment out in the mall concourse wascorrect. SHE had shrunk him proportionally. He looked like a five-foot-tall doll of his former self. He gasped when his clothes atomized all atonce and. Well, Mark and I were already recovering, but all three of uswere wearing cum and saliva soaked lingerie. "I need to change," I saidand got up to get my blue chemise and a clean pair of white nylon bikinipanties out of the trophy drawer. Jimmy inquired as to why I wasn'tputting on jeans and a t-shirt and I responded that the moment calledfor slick, slinky attire and I wasn't about to break the mood.Jimmy said, "those panties remind me of the first time I put on girl'slingerie." That got me.