You take a moment to clear your senses. "Alright, Ashley." You barely get her name out and the little blonde bursts out of her seat, practically skipp...ng up to the front of the room. Her perky tits bounce a bit in her tight, white tank top as she does. You point out her grade on your sheet: 88%. A worried frown immediately crosses her face. "But, John, I did all the-" You raise your hand to cut her off."We can discuss it later, ok? I really want to get through this first so we're not all here. . she was growingup. And I was glad she'd been blessed with my breasts ... STOP IT! It wasgetting a little harder to block those fake memories, I realized.The meeting with my ex was an entirely different story. Oh, my. What abitch. As poorly as she sometimes treated me, she treated people whoworked for her like dirt. I made sure to promise her the moon and thestars, and made a mental note to be slow to deliver. Also, I think therewas a twinge of jealousy on her part. I was one good-looking 48. My hips were bigger and I couldn't help thatmy butt was sticking out more. My back, it itched a lot. I was reallyskinny now too. My body looked more feminine.Now my legs started to itch as well. When I looked down on them, theylooked very thin and scaly. My toes started to fuse together. I couldliterally see my feet change as my big toe shifted to my heel. My othertoes elongated and my pinky toe dissapeared. I could see my nails hardenand grow into huge claws. Avian clawsI stared to freak out. I say let's just leave it. If we're lucky someone will steal it."Our towels were pretty wet. Our clothes were soaked. Liz's bag of beach supplies held almost a quart of water. Fortunately the cooler with our lunch was waterproof. We could at least eat.A short walk through the trees dumped us out onto a brilliant stretch of white sand with few protruding rocks. Low trees lined the edge of the beach and, further up the shoreline, we could see where private villas faced the water. There were a.