How could Hank find a bounty hunting partner? Particularly one he had liked and trusted as much as Bill. Oh, well, he had to start out by looking and ...sking around. He would start by asking his friend Asa, the bartender at this favorite saloon in Alamogordo. Of course, while he was there, he would visit Mae, his favorite prostitute in Alamogordo. Between the two, he would find sympathy and solace, if nothing else.Hank pulled up to the hitching rail at Asa's saloon and loosely hitched Ada, his. Heart racing, herummaged through the purse, digging past condoms and birth control pillsto find his makeup case.As he looked into the mirror, his eyes widened in terror. He hardlyrecognized himself. His jawline was so soft, his nose small, cute, andslightly upturned. Before his very eyes, his hair continued to grow out,the strands now reaching past his dainty little shoulders to brush upagainst his growing chest."W-Wait, what's happening to my tits? Wait, tits?" Greg blinked as hestarted to. I wasn't used to sitting around like this, talking, dressed to get laid. He had a hard time keeping his eyes on mine, I noticed. They kept straying down to my breasts, pushed up by the cups that were a little too small. One time he got up to pull a book of the shelf, and glancing behind me, I caught him taking a long look, the sheer back of the bustier, the laces pulled tight, my ass. Catching my glance, he smiled into my eyes and shrugged. After we had polished off the dinner and the bottle of. .will you be needing your back scrubbed now?" Serena mutteredto cover for her nakedness.As she got to the tub she noticed something strange, somehow her largebodied Mistress had either gotten herself out of the tub or hadvaporized.Thinking back to the way Jenn had said the salts were just for sortslike Mrs. Lyttle Serena was willing to believe the latter, and asnonsensical as it sounded she then began to thoroughly believe it as shelooked down seeing dark freckles now covered her entire body.