" His answers were becoming weaker as her gaze grew stronger. Hefelt the same buzz in his temple as before."You are." Even he hadn't believed his deni...l and now this beautifulwoman was telling him he wasn't. And she was telling him. No longerasking. Maybe she was right. Maybe he was actually unhappy. Maybe hehad been unhappy for a long while amongst his friends. And as they gotmore and more distant and they had less and less in common, maybe hewould would stay unhappy. The lump reformed in his. I had been working out to look good in my wedding dress so my body was firm and my 34C tits were as perky as ever. My dark complexion was accented by my copper blond hair. After a couple shots of tequila and a couple beers I was ready to be carried back to the hotel we were staying in. Once in my suite the guys wanted to play cards and I was coherent enough to agree. So another beer and some games, we were having a blast. One of the guys, I think the best man, suggested to play strip games. At. He stood there listening tothe music, a new pop song being sung by a female artist about boys.Normally not his kind of music but he found himself humming along to thetune. As he stepped off the elevator he brushed his long blond hair outof his eyes and stepped toward the boardroom. It didn’t even register tohim that when he got on the elevator he had a formal business cut hairstyle with dark brown hair, his changes had begun.In the car, Deandra sat up at the sound of the traffic outside. "You may go," he said, dismissing the attendants without even looking away. The young girl was exquisite, with large brown eyes, tanned skin, and soft, magnomious curls. Her large chest looked out of place on her slim body and long legs. Only a sticker size wrapping covered her chest and purple see through silk wrapped around her legs. The Prince asked, "What's your name?" and she replied in a soft musical voice, "Rin." He smiled broadly like a child recieving a new toy and said, "Well, Rin, I.