People were wearing funny hats, carrying souvenirs, and freezing there asses off. It was one of the coldest days in several years.I walked behind a wo...an that apparently had not read the weather forecast. She was wearing a light jacket, a short miniskirt, and she was wearing high heels.At a street corner I got up next to her and asked, “What’s a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?”She turned toward me shivering noticeably and replied, “Fuck if I know. Pardon my French.”I smiled and. Brit and I had spent the last seven months setting up the structure of the thing. So now I had to come up with a plan to accomplish the first mission and we didn't even have a name for the thing. I realized that I didn't even care if it had a name. It suited me just fine to call it the thing.We had agreed we would end recruiting at five, We could get others to help without them know why. As for me and The Brit, we had signed on to in effect be serial killers. Hopefully we wouldn't draw any. Her eyes switched to a large, docile brown colour. Hermousy brown hair lengthened to mid-back, becoming straight glossy andhealthy as it did.Her nipples popped into a larger, female configuration even as theflesh behind them filled out to the size of a large rockmelon. Two morenipples then popped into existence at the base of her rib cage andanother two appeared level with her bellybutton. Then they two becamethe end of large, round perky breasts. Her cock then jumped in her handand lengthened,. I remembered an old western movie I saw on TV as a child. A woman asked the hero what his dog's name was and he said "Dog."The woman in the movie said, "Yes, what's that Dog's name?"The hero said, "That is his name."What the hell I thought. "His name is Dog," I replied. When he came out Dog looked and smelled a lot better. He didn't look glad to see me. He just looked sad. I had a pretty good idea that Tommy was the only one in his life who loved him. Now he was gone. I had sympathy for.