I pulled away from her."I'm sorry Vanessa; can we take this a little slower? I'm not sure I can handle all this yet."She smiled at me and kissed my fo...ehead. "So that's not a no then?" It's a not now, that's all. I feel the need to go to the bathroom right now."When I returned to bed, Vanessa was either asleep or pretending to be. I got back into bed and spooned into her. I slept fitfully and woke about 7am to the smell of coffee brewing. I sat up in bed. The door was open and down the passage. I did not wait for her answer.In a few minutes, I felt my teacher getting more comfortable holding my hand. Our bodies began to touch a little. As the bus started and with each hairpin bend, our bodies touching became more pronounced.Me: Is it better now, ma’am?Subha Ma’am: Thanks, yes, I feel a lot better now. It was getting freezing cold and my body was freezing.I “sshhhed” her asking her to speak softly. I looked around and said, “If you let me, maybe I could put my hands around, and you. I zapped myself into my blue satin night shirtand removed my makeup in one tap of my wand. I was admiring myself againas I realized that the satin night shirt felt even more smooth and silkythan ever before and seemed to be more fitted. My face appeared to bevery smooth and my nose seemed to be much smaller. My lips had a muchmore feminine shape and my ears did not seem as large nor did they stickout like before. My hips were definitely more round and my legs had newcurves and all the blemishes. It was cold, but refreshing.“We’ve been best friends since forever,” Eddie started.“Of course.”“I don’t know if we are anymore. It’s like our paths have veered away. And if we decide to check out the other’s path, it’s like to grab something off it. Me to get the upright asshole to get my stuff out. That’s cool, and you seem to enjoy it. You to bag my girls. Which is altogether uncool.”“Eddie...”“Joanne. Cheryl. Harry, and she’s a fucking dyke. Even that slut Simone. Now fucking Rachel keeps.