Millions of robots that only he could control. Would Iwake up some morning with a completely different face? Would I be evenshorter or suddenly much t...ller? Would I look in the mirror and suddenlyfind myself with blond hair or jet black hair? I struggled for a momentto grasp what all of this truly meant, but then stopped and thought that,for the moment, I might as well just enjoy it and go with the flow.Time to check out my daily schedule, and then shower and get dressed, Ithought. I walked. Trust me on that one.’ His mother assures her. It would come to be her favorite on the tree. Then, there was the green pine cone that she had made when she was in the fourth grade. Most of the paint had faded off and the tinsel, which had once been glued carefully with her nine year old hands, was now down to only one or two strands, but she couldn’t bear to part with it. So, on the tree it went. Clayton got up off of his knees and searched the tree for others that held such deep memories and. She looked youthful, healthy, and over all incredible.She sat, and then a secretary came out.“Naomi, Mr. and Mrs. Michaels. The doctor will see you now.”To my started surprise, the girl stood back up along with us, and we all entered the room, she flashed me a charismatic smile.The doctor explained all the medical mumbo-jumbo but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t distracted.Even her collar bone was sexy. Her neck was slender, and she had high cheek bones framing a beautiful face and seductive. As the green silk fabric separated it revealed a hint of Angela’s pink thong panties and I got a fair look at her rounded bum. My cock responded, as one would expect at such a glimpse of a sexy ass. I couldn’t help thinking what a beautiful sight Angela’s ass was; perfectly firm and rounded. More torture I thought. Angela retreated slowly up the stairs, her hips swaying as she ascended and at the top she called down. “I get to pick the movie Rob.” Angela seemed to take a long time upstairs.