..."Je begint te lachen en weet direct wat er bedoeld wordt. Af en toe stuur je je ex nog pikante berichten. De laatste was een kort filmpje waarin je...lekker met je kont zat te draaien terwijl je je blouse langzaam onhoog trekt. In de tekst gaf je aan dat je je koffie drinkt met een beetje melk.Je verschuilt je nog steeds achter de deur en vraagt toch maar of hij binnen wilt komen. Galant als hij is laat hij jou voorgaan naar de woonkamer. Beetje ongemakkelijk loop je voor en je voelt dat hij. Those hard lines. Shedidn't want that! She wanted to be cute! Be Master Anthony's cute little..." Nnngh! Stop it, get out of my head, you bastshhhmff!" He cut her off bycupping her chin in his hand, smooshing her lips together. She could feelthe difference in strength, his light squeeze painful on her delicate newbody. Not just painful, scary. Her body's responses were all messed up.It wasn't just a matter of being more sensitive, but her willpower hadbeen so eroded, her resolve,. " she sounded very frightened.I hesitated, not sure how to proceed. "I see" I finally said. "Well the thing of it is, I was just wondering about the hand injury..."Gwen cut me off "What! How did you know about that?" Well, it's mentioned in the file. I know Mort had no hand injuries when I examined her a few weeks back, so when I saw the updated report, I wondered what had happened"Gwen was stammering, seemingly unable to get out the words, and I began to put two and two together."You didn't. No matter how he tried he couldn't stop himself entering the body, strangely enough in the same way that he had entered female bodies before. Suddenly it was all over Jim felt his new breasts filling his bra, he ran into the bedroom, and closed the door, propping it shut, he looked in the mirror, and loved the sight that he saw in the mirror, he had liked being Jim, but John had given him a great present, he really, and truly loved the way he was now. She went and opened the door,.