I thought of Ben and me as we were a week ago and how things had changed for me as well as him. I can’t believe that both of have fucked our mom’s... and also our sisters.Could this be the way it is when every boy turns fourteen, I wondered as my thoughts drifted through my sleepy mind.Ben and I were at the park and we were talking about the experiment I had planned out for him to try. I had asked him if there were any changes he could notice when he woke up. Ben told me that he knew there had. I really just wantedher to change me back."Okay I will take that as a no," she giggled. Sara set me down and Ibegan to tingle as I found myself able to move again."What the fuck were you trying to pull?" I screamed. "I cannot believeyou would do that to me." I'm sorry; I thought you would enjoy it too. That's why I made you skinso sensitive." Oh, sure, except for the fact that my nipples and clit were buried inthe dildo and got no stimulation." I said I was sorry. Look, if we can figure out a. I wasn’t feeling too good and my hands were shaking some. Gene gave me a shot of decent bourbon and I nursed it for an hour in the back at a small table. There was a mirror on the wall and I looked at myself for the first time in months. It wasn’t pretty. Besides my eyes being bloodshot they were jaundiced. My face was pinched, I was starting to look like one of my images: I had names for them: ‘little girl in the dirt,’ ‘the pit,’ ‘the woodpile,’ too many pictures, too many names. Gene came. Then Bessie opened my blinkers. As usual I was dazzled by the suddeninflux of light. When I'd recovered my vision I could see my long shadow stretchingbefore me and the frost sparkling on the grass in the rising sun. I could seenothing to either side, of course, because of the blinkers; but I could hearBessie and her minions moving around, and the sounds of the axes, saws etc.needed for wood-cutting being placed in the cart behind me.The air was completelystill, and it was bitterly cold. The.