Then the first magic happened. My breastsbecame round and budded out, with my nipples feeling incrediblysensitive, almost painfully so. Even the light...st brushing on them wouldcause something close to an electric shock. One night, when walkingaround my house in just a neglig?, the brushing of the silk over mynipples, my clitoris and my legs sent such shockwaves that I had to liedown in bed, overwhelmed and drained by such female sensations!But the real focus of such new sensations was. My god, he is so strong looking, with one quick move he has his pants down and has inserted his hard maleness between the girl's legs.I gasp as he moves forward, I know that his manhood is deeper into the girl's privates than his tongue is into her mouth. My hand has found its way up under my dress and inside the waistband of my panties. A cold poke to the back of my neck informs me that Timber is restless. I push the dog away from my back and he prances over in front of me blocking my view of. " And she did," her grandmother agreed. "She was very happy as TammySue. She told me so herself, and more than once." The spell that changed her was forming when you wished for herhappiness," Anya continued. "Your wish became part of the spell, andit was passed on to the others." I think you might be right, Anya." Grandmother smiled withsatisfaction. "You're really starting to understand the meta-realitiesthat underlie our magic." "So the final piece of the magic is that we'll all be. One could almost see the wear marks from where Gaston had walked around a beautiful oriental silk robe that had fallen from her armoir onto the plush carpeting of their bedroom. Upon learning of her death Gaston was shocked… then he was angry… then he slipped into the delusion that helps him survive from day to day. When he saw me, he turned pale and bent over, as if to catch his breath or vomit – which one it was in this case, I do not know. I responded by chastising him, thinking that he had.