He gasped as hegrabbed a tuft of long, silky hair. Pulling it around to examine it, hewas shocked to discover that he was a ranga now! He saw a small ...irrorlying on the table. He grabbed it, wanting to see his new hair. He nevergot that far. Jack froze as soon as he saw... 'his' ...face. It lookedlike a stranger's face now. His thick monobrow had become two thin,slanting eyebrows, his nose was small and cute. He had higher cheekbones,and when he smiled he had dimples. Emerald green eyes. He looked like he might be distracted. Was I just thinking too much?I needed to get a little perspective here. Despite all the supposedly fabulous men I had dated, I had never really had a boyfriend.Shocking, isn't it?What was the value in having a boyfriend? I could get a quality date whenever I wanted, to do whatever I wanted, wherever I wanted. I could have as little or as much sex as I wanted, and whatever kind I wanted. I could have complete control over any situation.A boyfriend would. Achanak ekdin unka panty rakhna band ho gaya. Aur unke swabhaw mein bhi hamesha mujhse gusse se baat karti thi. Karib do hafte baad jab masi mujhe subah uthane aai to mai fresh hokar kitchen ke paas dining table par gaya to unkamood thik tha aur breakfast karte karte hum casual talk kar rahe the jaise padhai ke bare mein aur unki dosto ke bare me aur unki party wagerah. Phir unhone pucha- Masi – beta aaj Sunday hai aur teri kahi tution hai kya?Mai – nahi maasi aaj kahi tution nahi hai.. I also worked at the church, but I wasn’t a pastor or deacon or anything, just a janitor-handyman type named. She’d seen me in church on Sundays with my girlfriend, and she was very nice to me. Becky always had been a little quiet and timid even, because of her past ordeals. But one day I was making copies of my work schedule, and I felt like someone was staring at me. I turned and got chills. Becky was staring at my crotch so intently thats he hadn’t even noticed I had turned toward her. She.