Hunting monsters was so different than fighting skirmishes.Our third day in Screaming Eagles was bright, cheerful. The sun rose early. There was far m...re daylight than night up here. We pressed on through the grass. Faoril and Thrak chatted for a little bit while I took the lead.As the sun reached its zenith above, I spotted a building on the horizon. The natural world had been defiled. There were other stone buildings. They were crude compared to the cities of the humans, made of huge stones. Stay this way? She wanted to go back. She wanted to be a woman! How could she be in a man's body? She missed the feel of her breasts. She missed her softness, her curves. She sadly walked back into the bathroom to shave her face.As she scraped the stubble off of her face, she wondered if she should have shaved her legs and her chest in the shower too. And what about those armpits? It was like a gorilla or a chimpanzee with all that yucky hair. It had to go. She would shave it all off tomorrow. I suppose the clothes I wore might have hard something to do with that. I had a great body and I knew it and I saw nothing wrong with flaunting it, a lot. I mean really, youre only young once and I knew men of all ages stared at me with appreciation in their eyes, I saw it all the time. It always made me feel good knowing that just with the bounce of my step I could make a man Id never met get a rock hard erection. Long smooth legs, a beautiful firm ass and a rock hard pair of titties. Not. It was another Friday, which meant that Joe and Sara were off to a party, and once again I was around at their place to babysit the k**s, which, of course, really meant swanning around the house in a skirt and heels, imagining myself as the stereotypical cute teen girl babysitter. My body was already soft and shaved from earlier on today. All I needed to do was cast aside my boring masculine clothes and slip into something altogether sexier. Fortunately, Sara had just the sort of thing I was.