Thelast thing I thought about was how I was still transforming, only itwasn't from magic this time. I was growing up. But into who? Intowhat? And ...ow could I even be this person if I'd been someone elsebefore? What the fuck was I doing?Chapter Three:Stepping on Sweet FlowersI woke up tired the next morning after all kinds of dreams about Ginaand me that had my eyes popping open at odd hours and then later withpale early light coming through my curtains some about my old self. Theself that. ’ Behind the desk, the handyman pushed over the sign-in book. Carla didn’t like the way he was looking at her, running his eyes up and down her body. He didn’t even try to hide the leering smirk on his lips. Carla was used to guys ogling her body, she knew she had a hot body, and she dressed in clothes that showed off her tight ass and her sweet tits. But this handyman, his name was Victor Bigg according to his name tag, wasn’t shaved, his hair was stringy and unwashed, his nails were all. You know, like a humble car mechanic in Brooklyn can!”After a bit more banter and teasing between the two guys, Neil asked Jason if he could give us some privacy for a few minutes as he wanted to talk to me alone.Neil pulled me to lie next to him on the bed, and looking into my eyes asked me, “Claire honey, tell me totally honestly, even if I can’t go, do you want to go to Jamaica with Jason.”There was an intense look on Neil’s face as he waited for my answer. I’d seen that look so many times. She came up and gave me a huge hug mashing her chest against mine. I could feel her nipples becoming erect to match my dick. She whispered in my ear “So what do you think?”“I think wow, you are bitchin.”She gave mom a big hug and we headed down to luggage to pick up her three suitcases. I asked her if she was planning on staying awhile. She looked at mom with a mischievous smile and answered, “could be”.We put her bags in the truck and began the 1-1/2 hour trip back to the farm. Mom drove, and.