Then he looked at his hand. It was so much smaller, with long slender fingers. A girl's hand. No, it couldn't be.Rain looked down. He had shrunk. ...His clothes were far too big now. His T-shirt looked like a tent on him. Except that something -- two somethings - were pushing it out from his chest. He pulled out the collar of his shirt and looked down. He saw a pair of tits, round and firm, with areola the size of half dollars.One hand shot into his pants. They were plenty loose at the. I have another bonus from my uncle’s absence. I get to read his magazines. My aunt usually takes one and thumbs through it while making small talk. I am sometimes so involved in a story that I just say “huh” at regular intervals and she thinks I am listening.Most of the time she just falls asleep on the cot because she is so tired from her daily routine. When my grandmother comes back from her visit(s), she looks at her sleeping and just leaves her there, because she knows not to disturb her or. There were thin straps over the shoulder and the top of the dress uncovered about a third of Joannes lovely breasts whose nipples poked noticeably at the thin cotton material. The dress buttoned down the front to the waist. The skirt flared out from the waist with wide side pleats. The dress hit her legs at about mid thigh. Her tanned legs and breasts were nicely presented by this youngish summer frock. She chose a pair of orange high wedge sandals to complement her bright orange nail polish. Telson?" I asked, noticing for the first time her bright green eyes."Yes. Are you Dr. Gray?" she asked in a voice that could have come from a twelve year old schoolgirl. In fact, she looked like she could be anywhere from fifteen to twenty-two years old. "I am. Good afternoon. Have you completed the medical history questionnaire?" I assumed she had, since the clipboard was resting in her lap on her skirt. She extended her hand holding the questionnaire. Her fingers were slender and delicate..