Without any of the hairs which had covered the back of it. My fingersseemed just a little bit longer, perhaps because my nails were now alittle longer...as well. In fact, my hand looked like a woman's hand."This can't be..." I started, then paused, a thought suddenly coming tome. I had no idea where the thought had come from, but I gulped andpoked at my chest again. It seemed sort of soft and... And it pushed outon both sides, like two round globes... Like two... "Oh shit..."I stared down at my. . I can't imagine who would do such a thing," he smiled faintly, looking to Melinda whose face remained unchanged."Marcel, what of Martin?" asked the older woman."Sadly, he no longer has an interest in her. He has demanded his training payments returned which I am, of course, obliged to do." Then... ?" began Melinda."I am afraid, Emily, that you shall have to be sold. We have a great deal invested in you and while I am sure I will take a net loss, I must recoup as much of your training expenses. When the eggs hatched I saw that we had to do a lot more research because they all had to be destroyed. They could not survive and could hardly fly. We kept our eyes out for young Bomas now so we could experiment. I was not ethically worried about this. Man had done this for a long time and had domesticated many animals for his own uses. I was just going to try to avoid a much useless pain and suffering as I could.The Colcha were hardly ever seen and then they stayed far away. We tried fishing. She was rail thin in stature but always well dressed in good skirts and shoes and her iron grey hair was never out of place.Ann used to come to my out-of-the-way office for 1 hour each day to do my filing and I always looked forward to seeing and talking to her. All the time she was there we chatted about things that interested us on a wide spectrum of subjects and sometime it got quite flirty. One day she was working and I started flirting with her and she said she needed to take off her shoes.