Once she and Roger were underway on the interstate again, leaving the truck behind, he told her that the had a little ways to go yet.They drove in sil...nce for a few minutes and Roger looked at Kristin. “Take your shorts off,” was his simple order.She replied with a quick and ready ‘yes’. She knew and genuinely enjoyed being at his beck and call, his to order.“This was,” she mused, “the new Kristin.She’d let or maybe they’d let, or maybe best of all, maybe he’d let her blossom with all of this.. But this time he felt different. Weird. His clothes didn't fit him properly. They felt tight in places and missing altogether in others. He'd been dressed in his customary weekend "hanging out" uniform of jeans and a tee shirt. He glanced down and saw that he was now dressed in a woman's scarlet nightgown. It was one of those things with tiny spaghetti straps and made of a soft sexy silk. The garment was stretched almost to the ripping point by his burly physique and looked ludicrous with. Claire was allergic to dust mites and dander so they had wood floors, a couple of leather couches, and didn't have any pets to worry about. There'd been a time when she'd wanted a boyfriend or a cat, but fortunately Claire had talked her out of both.With a lonely sigh Marisa gathered up her breakfast and brought it back to her room so she could browse the web as she ate. At least it started off that way until she noticed that every time she reached for her food the necklace would swing forward. *At breakfast next morning, Harry took matters into his own hands. Harry poured the Felix Felicis, also known as liquid luck that he had won in potions the other week into Ron’s goblet. Harry looked on in anticipation as Ron drank deeply from his cup of pumpkin juice.‘How’re you feeling Ron?’ asked Harry nervously.‘....amazing,’ said Ron with a glint in his eye, ‘I feel..... really good. Come on Harry, let’s go and stuff them Slytherin gits!’*The match was going incredible for Gryffindor, Ron.