This isn't right! I look atmy now slender arms. The hair is gone, so are my tattoos. I look to myright and see the creatures still standing there, loo...ing at me."What have..." I stop in shock. I sound like a woman! "What have you doneto me!" I demand pushing through the shock."Balanced the books," the first creature chuckles."This is fucked up!" I scream. "You can't just leave me like this!" We can and we must," the second creature tells me."How would we look if you were processed and found. "They thought I was a mixture of Wyatt Earp, Superman and Elliot Ness," Bryant grumbled. "Unless I said something they would have woken up tomorrow thinking every problem in the area would be gone just because I'm in town." You mean they won't be?" Allyson joked.Once again, Bryant's thoughts landed on a time a dozen or so years earlier. Steve's approach brought him back from his trip down Memory Lane."Sorry, Bryant," he said. "I guess I got a little exuberant in my introduction. I just wanted. He was now5'4" and weighed less than 110 lbs. His breasts had moved beyond needinga training bra and had gotten to a solid C cup. His butt was nice andround, and his slightly tan legs went on for miles.The beautiful girl seemed out of place in John's bedroom, but thatslowly started changing as well. His black sheets turned a light purple,pictures of his new self and Mary sprung up on the walls, and hisdrawers and closets quickly gained all the new clothes he would need.The bathroom even gained. The bear was a male, measured six feet in length, and must have weighed at least 300 pounds.Clark had to roll the animal onto a rusty piece of corrugated sheet metal and with the help of the boys dragged it behind the wood shed. He had no idea how to skin a bear, except for the stories he heard from his ranger friend. That was eons ago. All he remembered was that you didn’t hang a bear up by its hind legs like a deer. Or maybe couldn’t, because of its immense weight.Before he began the gory.