As I realized the situation and responded quickly. I flung my arms around her hips, pulling her up into my tight embrace.She wrapped her arms tightly ...round me as her round breasts pressed themselves hard onto my chest. I felt my cock sprung up to life and hit her soft thighs. I am sure she felt it but she never loosened her grip.After sometime she slowly raised her eyes to meet mine, as she spoke up.“What’s your name, honey?” She enquired.“A…Abu” I replied back stammering.“Abu, I like you. Eventually I lifted myself, and started to speak.Before I had a chance to actually say anything, she placed a finger on my lips, plainly forbidding me to talk. I stared at her until she took her hands and pushed me off, and over, on my back, on the wheat. She swung herself over on top of me, replayed the finger trick, and lay there for a while, her thatch resting on my waist, my spent cock hanging down between my legs. I was right. It wasn't too comfortable here with a body on top of you. It. He did not thinkit was the carny dog and lemon-less lemonade he had for lunch at the dollshow. It had to be the necessarie that was shrinking him. Or at lestcausing him to age in reverse.This gave him a quick scare, what if he was turning into a woman, thesort what would own a toy like that? Finding a mirror, he saw thereflection of a boy of 10 or 12. Returning to the living room heunpacked the vanity. Carefully unwrapping that mirror, he saw the samereflection. At the same time he was. .. You leave early. You have let your appearance become scruffy. What do you have to say for yourself?" "My husband lost his job and I don't have the money to spend on nice clothes any more. Please don't fire me sir."I stand and walk around my desk and sit on the edge. Looking down her open blouse at her impressive cleavage. "Why should I not fire you Mrs Jones? This company has several other secretaries who are quite capable of doing your job and would probably accept a lower salary than yours.