Then Jessica knew. She had seen him at all the Warren High School basketball games that year. He always sat in the back, wearing jeans and a polo shir..., not looking wildly different from the other dads that showed up to watch their sons play. Many of her cheerleading friends had commented on him, mentioning his rugged physique and how they swore he would stare at them lustfully. She had always dismissed them as wanting to act out their own ‘silver fox’ fantasies.But here he was. And the man. My fingers and toes wiggle and pop asthey change shape. I take care not to scratch myself with my longernails. My body is too sensitive. I am hearing the creaks and coils of mybed shifting. My hips and butt are growing. My frilly underwear isstretching along with my growing butt. My boyish hips are no more.I'd gotten used to the weird pulls and tickles on my face as well. Icould tell it was becoming more girlish. My lips changed. Dry, crackedlips turned softer. my eyelashes feel heavier, and my. So is it going to be the easy way, or the hard way?"I stared at him not believing. I tried pushing him away from me, all I could manage to say was "Spence you can't do this".I hadn't realized how powerful he was untill he held me against the pool wall and ripped my bikini bottoms off of me. He then pushed my bikini top up and grabbed my thighs. While looking me right in the eyes he said to me "You had your chance." He then pulled his cock out of his shorts. It was the only one I'd ever seen. I would just have eggs to fry if they wanted them,at the last minute. Lunch they wanted at one and dinner around seven.This was just for the first week when all they would be doing wasunpacking equipment, setting it up and calibrating it.They would start next week actually doing what they were here for.Monday was the first of June and that would mark the start of our twoyears, at the end we would be here for another week, finishing up andpacking, so the two years would actually be two years.