I didn't want to get there too early but it was a struggle to wait. Finally it was time and I drove to our neighborhood and parked a few blocks away,...then walked to our house. I cut through the yards of the houses behind us, avoiding the front of the house, knowing our next-door neighbor, affectionately known as "The Neighborhood Watch" would already be following events at our house, with a strange car in our driveway during the middle of the day.It was about ten after One when I got to the. One of the easiest is to use (at the top of the web page) thesearch function: Author Quick List > D > Diane Christy. Or go tohttp://fictionmania.tv/stories/readtextstory.html?storyID=319650047592203440177Part Two won't make much sense unless you have read Part One.Although there is no space travel, no aliens, and the story takes placein the present day, the mechanism of transformation is SciFi. But if youdon't like SciFi, don't let that description discourage you from readingthe story.Part. Leaving the town Laurel sent the package back to her lair then returned to the gathering.Laurel stood looking at a booth selling books, she knew books were very hard to come by and would be priced high but she wanted to see if they had any books on herbs and herbal remedies because she had noticed in her travels many people were interested in such things, she figured if she started carrying around a small supply of herbs in her pack she could probably sell them at a good price.Turning to reach. She had me step into a whitehalf-slip with three inches of floral lace at the hem and four whitestarched net petticoats with nylon yokes. Pink satin ribbons were woveninto each tier of ruffles and each ruffle was hemmed in lace withdelicate pink satin bows spaced about four inches apart on thepetticoats. This was followed by a white satin push-up bra. I think shecalled it a balconette or some such. All I know is that it made me looklike I had small tits and it seemed to dig into my flesh. I.