He insisted and I, in almost no way, encouraged him to. Look, I was between jobs so quit judging me.It was a Thursday night when things started shapin... up. I'd had a boring day at work again. My job entails prancing about an office making coffee for pricks and filing papers that could've literally been for anything. When I applied for the job as an office clerk I didn't realise what they actually wanted was someone to do all the shitty jobs no one else wanted to do. Upward mobility? Dream on. I. A chill raced through him as he looked at himself. If this thing worked like Roger said, it would be a long time before he saw this image in the mirror again.He began to feel an odd sensation all over his body. He had never felt anything like it and could find no way to describe it if he had to. As he watched in the mirror he, noticed that his hair was getting lighter and his bald spots were filling in. His skin was getting softer and all his body hair fell out to be replaced with soft fine. Melissa quickly ran upstairs to the bathroom to freshen up before her husband Mike would arrive home. She looked at herself in the mirror and then started to splash some water on her face. She went to the loo. As she sat down she heard the front door open. Mike walked into the house and headed straight for the kitchen. He dumped his bag on the kitchen table and glanced at the cooker. He looked into the oven to see what was cooking before deciding to get a beer from the fridge. He opened the. " "You're going to get more, a lot more. You will be screaming for me to stop before I've finished with you." "I will never scream for you to stop," I mumbled, "Never, never. Yes shag the arse off me too, do anything -- do everything just don't stop. I want to feel like this for ever. Where have you been all my life?" Waiting for a chance like this," Was his whispered reply as that devilish grin spread across his face again. With those words he slowly started pushing his fingers back up my rear.