” Both Olés thought this was clever ... They clinked beer mugs.After a couple rounds, Olé began feeling disoriented, as if he was in two places at...the same time. Not drunk, just strange.“I can feel your heart beating, Tio!” Olé heard inside his head.“Can you hear my thoughts, Dan-no?” Olé mentally transmitted“Sure can, Tio!” mentally heard.“Alcohol affects the Right Amygdala, attenuating hostility recognition. Increasing activity during friendly relations. Making you uninhibited. That’s known.. I was drained and satisfied after my counseling session with Pam and Betty. Or Mistress Pamela and Betsy wetsy as they called each other after today's therapy. The sight of little Pamela dressed in jeans and a mans shirt pulling the half dressed blonde was priceless. Pam's sweater was so tight around Betsy's big braless boobs that it threatened to burst at the seams. And the pleated schoolgirl skirt that hardly fit Pam gaped open at the side and was so short it barely covered the freshly. My facestructure changed, and when I hollered again, my voice was no longermine, but something that sounded like a porn star. My hair, now nearinga platinum blonde, was halfway down my back. My hands slimmed.Soon, the changes were over. I stood up. I expected to topple over, butI didn't. I walked around, and found that it was compulsory to wigglemy ass and walk as if I was on a runway. I remembered. I wished for themannerisms. It was thorough. I strutted over to my mom's room, whereshe had a. I finally take my mouth off your neck, and still holding your hair I pull you into the dining room, swiping everything off the table and bending you over it. Your cheek pressed firmly against it as I run my hand down your back. As my hand reaches your panties, I tug them down and hard, the thin bands over your hips tearing with the force. Leaving them tattered and on one leg, I push my knee between yours spreading your feet apart. Still using your hair to hold you to the table, my free hand.