"Oh yeah feels like I haven't smoked in a while," Sheri said. Cathylooked longingly at her daughter, ever since she had started smoking shehad been fo...ced to grab cigarettes for her. She took some solace in thefact that Sheri would be turning 18 in only a couple months, then shecould buy her own and she wouldn't have to give into her daughter everytime she went to a gas station, convenience store, or grocery store.Man, the people at those places must think she smokes like a chimney,nothing. .." Food about twenty minutes after I start the Pasta," I said.She giggled, "I should be grateful I get a higher priority than food!"I frowned, as if in thought, "I guess that would depend how hungry I got..."She stifled another giggle, "you're treading a dangerous path, mister!"I released her, tilted her face up to look at me... "I know; and so are you," I remarked seriously, and kissed her gently. "Go, kick your shoes off and relax; I'll get the pasta cooking, and bring a glass of wine in to. My face hasthinned and my hair has lengthened. Cautiously I look down tothe most important of tools and he's still there. With a sigh ofrelief I jump in the shower and starting stroking myself. "Whyam I not getting hard and why am I picturing guy's fat cocks?"Now I've started to really flip out.Two days later.I walk into the gym again and I have the urge to tan, again (ofcourse I would, if I didn't the story would end here...). I'mwearing very large clothing and I'm trying not to think about. He was strong, middle aged, wealthy, masculine; I was eighteen, tiny, fragile, and poor. Our instincts were different; our reactions to stimulus different - and now I was attracted to men, not women. The shock of these drastic changes was exhausting. I got onto the bed - the only piece of furniture that fit - and promptly fell asleep.++++I awoke to sunlight streaming through the windows. I lifted my head and looked around, discovered that I was still Anne-Marie, and that I was in my.