I had a succession of brief hitting streaks -- one of them ran seven games -- but on the rare occasions when I was held hitless, I didn't react to it ...s negatively as I had in the recent past. The bean-ball crisis, apparently, was over.At the All-Star Game, I got up to bat twice and flied out to left both times. I had hoped to make a better impression on national television, but, hey, you can't always get what you want.I did get one thing I wanted, though. Sandy agreed to accompany me to. As that was occurring, every squareinch of her skin became utterly flawless, her waist shrank, and herbreasts assumed their new proportions. I hadn't noticed, but she was frozen in place while undergoing thetransformation. Once it was over, she looked at me and smiled."It worked?" And how! Honey...you're as beautiful out..." Jake! Did...?" I think so, but...let's see."I'm sure we both knew, but had to see for ourselves. Peeking into hisroom, the first thing that registered was that the crib. Then she sat on the pot, pissed and looked at me, whilst I sat in fear, saying nothing, doing nothing, my cock shrivelled to the size of a gooseberry, and longing to go away. The whole affair was unlike anything I had seen or dreamed of, a quiet business-like, yet voluptuous air was about it, which confused me; it affected my senses deliciously in one way, but all the horrors about gay women were conjured up in my imagination at the same time. I was intensely nervous.She seeing me so quiet, sat. I pulled one of my deck chairs over to that side of my boat, then grabbed a cold bottled water, and kicked back to see what might happen. I crossed my fingers, and hoped I might catch a glimpse of that sexy little thing before she got dressed. Oh My God! Rebecca didn’t disappoint! As she stepped from her miniature bathroom into the cabin, she was well lit by sunlight, and the oval viewing ports offered an unobstructed view of her small but athletic body. She was another one whose tits were.