I mean I haven't even felt you poke around in my brain even a little. The woman said this as she pedaled her golden blonde hair.Please don't call me h...ney. I really don't like whosever idea of torture this is. When he died, it was the worst day of my life. He wouldn't even be dead if it wasn't for me and I have to live with that every bloody fucking day of my life. And and and and.... *sob* if your some kinda... *sob* sick joke, I will wipe your existence from everyone's... *sob* mind.Power. I loved to help out. I found that I was very good at going through theclothing and sorting through it and folding it up. I even could mendsome and sew on missing buttons.The next morning, I got up early with Dad and we had cereal forbreakfast. The reason that I rose early was for Dad to drive me over tothe community pantry. It is located in the community center, wheredonations came in of food and clothing.I loved to help out. I found that I was very good at going through theclothing and sorting. "I snorted as I turned, "not with how fast we are flying."I nodded to the squadron leader and he grinned, "let all of the plane crews know to do the same thing."We started walking and I glanced at him, "any word on..."He shook his head, "they hit most of the border units and every airfield."I ate and then went to check on who had made it. I grinned when my wing leader walked in looking pissed, "about time."He nodded, "Jefferson, Donalds, Edmond, Henry and Smithe are dead. The bastards shot them. They had lost all their muscle except at the calf wherethere was a feminine curve. My feet were so tiny! They could not havebeen bigger than a size 6. My penis was still there but barely. It wastiny like a little boy's. Sheng led me into the bathtub where she helpedshave my legs and under my arms. As she handed me my underwear I noticedhow skinny and delicate my arms and hands had become. Slowly I steppedinto my panties. They fit snugly and bunched my tiny penis up. I leanedmy breasts into the.