The bed seemed larger,and there was something on my chest. I sat up and felt a pulling on mychest, which caused me to look down and see that I had br...asts!"TARA," I yelled, in a voice much higher than my own. I threw back thecovers for a better look, and saw that I was apparently smaller, buxom,and female. I ran to the bedroom mirror and looking back at me was ateenager, somewhere between 15 and 17 years old, with long dark straighthair, big blue eyes, heart-shaped lips and a small,. It is celebrated in Kota with full enthusiasm with lots of people . Crowd on dussehera night is really huge . Earlier I don’t know about its popularity . But last year when I myself visited the fair , I came to know how wonderful is this night celebration.Last year on the day of dussehera , I was having holiday .i was just enjoying cooking bennofee pie . it’s a gud Italian sweet dish . in afternoon when I went to market store to buy some items , I saw people are rushing toward the dussehera. There was a total Silence in there. I asked sorry to her, she started laughing loudly at me and said there is no need to be sorry for that and it is quite common in this age, she also complimented my dick and came near me asked do I like her holding my hands. I could see the lust in her eyes. I did not speak a word but instead hugged her tightly and started kissing her neck.Then I put my hand on her thigh and started moving my hand there… she had closed her eyes and enjoying the move. Then I. She turned me on with her unbridled craving and capacity for un-inhibited sex and that was an age when I could cope up with her sexual demands because I also was a bundle of untamed sex. We went on each other like wild animals and at other times like two newly married individuals who caressed each other softly and tenderly as if we were deep in love with each other and were careful not to hurt each other. In fact I heard the word ‘caress’ and its meaning first time from her. Well, decked in the.