I do hope to see a novel in the bookstores dedicated to the TSA someday!) ;)(*Anne-Mal) Do you think it is because you are so open? You accept all tra...sformation stories without exception!(TH) Maybe, yes. I think before the TSA, the various kinds of stories stayed in their subgroups and those interested in the stories rarely met. 'Transformation' as a genre in itself wasn't defined. Now it is and we get slowly get stories that play with and expand the borders of the genre. I do hope to grow the. He might get the wrong idea. She walked into the living room of the apartment, still trying to puzzle out the meaning of the strange call. ‘Répondez s’il-vous-plaît.’ That was French, wasn’t it? She grabbed her car keys, trying to dredge up memories of a year of junior-high French class. Nothing seemed to be coming to mind. She wished she could just go back to bed–as she passed the clock in the tiny kitchen, she saw that it was well after midnight. But that phone call nagged at her. Instead,. She violently twisted her body, and broke free of one of her attackers. In the struggle she managed to pull his mask off, exposing his face to the camera for a second, when the third assailant struck her in the solar plexus with his fist, driving the air out of her lungs, rendering her stunned body motionless as she curled into a fetal position while trying to catch her breath. The two attackers lay her on the floor as they bound her hands behind her back and her ankles to her wrists with. " Oh yeah, that's it." She giggled. "I guess if I really wanted compliments I'd go a step further."In one deliberate, smooth motion Kristin pulled the skirt down to her ankles and stepped out of it. Underneath she was wearing one of the pairs of panties we'd picked out, and it was just as useless at properly covering her as I'd hoped. From behind the panties did little more than draw a nice dividing line down the middle of her ass, and when she turned around I saw that they weren't doing much.