We talked, first, about Eddie. He was, she said, everything I had claimed: He was sweet, smart, and articulate beyond his modest years. Wonder Boy, th...t was Eddie.OK, I was glad she felt that way. So, Emmy? How was the job? Have you done any more thinking about Graduate School in the fall?"Eddie's worried about you," Emily said."Hey! I thought we were talking about you -- for a change," I said. It was my last try, it turned out. Seems Emily had a Topic A in mind, too. And, this trip, Topic A. I just was too elated. I could not imagine my luck. Here I had one of the most beautiful and sexy in her prime youth in my lap. I started growing inside my shorts and wondered if she was able to feel it. I had already dictated her enough correct answers to pass and now her sensuous body could be invaded a bit. I slowly but firmly slipped my right hand into her blouse.She pretended to be mildly shocked and tried to pull it out but I was not in a mood. She pleaded ” Please sir don’t”. It was so. Still, reluctantly, Stephen swung his legs over the side of the bed and sat there, dreading the notion that today he would begin packing up his parent’s room. He had not been in there since the day following the funeral and had been actively avoiding it for close to six months now. A gentle knocking pulled him out of his reverie and he looked up to see Sarah standing at his bedroom door, smiling lovingly at him. ‘You feeling ready for this?’ her voice was sweet and forcibly upbeat. ‘Not. Hang on, I'll go grab some more clothes." I started heading backto my room but Vanessa stopped me."Don't. I mean, we're about to have sex anyway. We don't need clothes forthat," she said nervously. "So, I just touch the shirt to the pendant,then?" she asked and I nodded. Vanessa touched my T-shirt to the pendantand gasped. "I felt the tingle!" she said. The transformation wasbeginning now. Her arms grew, hair appeared on them. Her breasts shrunkuntil they were nothing. Her hair started turning.