Remember we are college guys so there was no shortage of booze, weed and porn around our apartment. I sat there for about an hour and finally decided ...t was time. I went and took a nice hot shower, dried off and blew dry my hair. I blew my hair upwards so it would have a full look to it. (this was the 80’s and my hair was about 4 inches past my shoulders) I teased it up a bit on top and sprayed it with hair spray doing the best I could at feminine looking hair. I walked into my room and took. Joan was all over him, helping him take off his clothes and peeling off her own skirt and sweater. If he'd had less to drink he might have noticed that his wife wasn't wearing panties but, half drunk and so hot from watching his kid sister-in-law masturbate, he had no thoughts beyond the lust for Joan's firm, lithe frame.She couldn't. She shouldn't. Julie lay in her bed staring at the little doorway to the secret room. She could hear suggestive sounds from the adjoining room and she fought her. I called Kay, and even though I woke her up, she was over to my place in 15 minutes where she found me in my pajamas, sitting on the couch staring desolately at a potted plant in the corner of the room."Anna?" She asked gently, as she let herself in. "What's going on honey?"Next to John, Kay was my best friend, and being female she got access to a lot of stuff that I'd never told John, mainly the details about my love life. When 'my love life' had actually started to exist, freshman year in. She was taller. She hadn’t felt anything but watched herself grow above the mirror’s view almost to the point that only her breasts were visible. Her belly became exposed as the shirt raised higher and her shorts gave her a slight wedgie. It stopped. Tiffany could only assume that she was now near enough six and a half feet tall. She was nervous. Being that high was not a common occurrence for her and the floor looked so far below her. So, now she was going to be someone’s giant? Then she felt.