An odd thought struck me. I had patted her breast as I withdrew, like patting a pet to say goodbye. "Some ONE?"She rolled toward me in anger. Her eyes...flashed, she spit her words in my face: "Yes, ONE! I am not some cheap ... No, I guess I am!"I stared into her face, unable to read her expression. Was it fear or anger? Love or hate? Torment or pleasure? I just couldn't tell, but, she was no longer beautiful, no longer mine! A hand gesture indicated the bed, our bedroom. "Does it happen. All this from only twenty-five feet away, too. Annie Oakley I ain't.Buck patted my back and said, "Good job for a first-timer. More than enough to qualify. You might want to practice some more, though. Practice makes perfect."I nodded agreement and put the pistol on the bench. Connie loaded it, put on her earmuffs, and promptly put all six shots dead center.We stopped at Sulli's for a beer and some pool before we went to her house.We both slept in on Sunday, and after a leisurely breakfast. " You are Transformed as well?" Yes sir." I answered."What about you then?" Bane said to Trunk. "Are you some long lost Prince, recently returned to life by some feat of love or magic? This is starting to sound like a storybook tale after all." Me?" Trunk said with a snort. "I'm as normal as normal could be. Well, as normal as the third son of a wealthy family can be, I guess. I'm just a friend, tried and true." Like in the storybooks!" Hobby Dambro crowed.So we ate our morning meal and told. Then he paused,realizing that something was wrong. It was hard to put his finger onit, but he just didn't feel right. Just then, Bobby looked down at himself, his eyes going wide inshock at what he saw. Instead of his own uniform, he was wearing theskimpy white costume that was normally on Emma's luscious body. Butwhat was even more shocking was the fact at just how perfectly thecostume fit him... "Um... I don't think this is good," Bobby muttered as he poked atthe two generous breasts that now.