" What about hair extensions?" Owen asked.Holly's head whipped around. "You would do that?" Yes, If I do this, I don't want to stick out as a boy. Do ...ou know someonewho could do that for me until my hair grows out properly?" Yes," Holly said, thinking. "My friend is a hairstylist. I think we can getyou in this week. You may also want to consider your chest."Owen looked down at his flat chest. "I haven't thought of that. Most girlsthis age aren't growing there much, but they do have something.. I gaspedfrom the pain. It was the first sound I had made since we weresilenced. The other heel was no better.She stood up. "That's you prepped." She dropped the syringe in adisposal bag and pushed the trolley over to Jack. I watched as Jackreceived similar treatment to me. Why the injection in the heels?Nothing made any sense. I had no idea what was going on. While Jackreceived an injection from the same vial as me Tony was given somelight brown stuff. He was also injected in the feet. Finally. The reply was not encouraging."Sorry, sir, but I don't know yet. The rail track workmen have been told to be at the terminus for 5 o'clock, so all I know is it will be that time or later; how much later is unclear. The bosses are taking note of the transit time in each direction before deciding on a schedule. They expect to find variable times of transit, depending on how fast we drivers try to take the trains until we get to know the track better; and then they will either average it out, or. The instructor was riding much closer to her than he had with the last student. His eyes never seemed to leave her chest. Her nipples remained hard. That shouldn't happen. They should be tucked safely inside her bra, and the silky material should be soothing them to relax. But every time she moved, they scraped against rough fabric. Every road bump was sending erotic jolts from her nipples to her crotch. It was becoming more than a distraction. "Stop here for a moment," the instructor called.