There will be one or two who are driven to get an A on the project and they will bury themselves in it.There will be one who only wants to get the "fr...ggin" class out of the way and is willing to accept a C. That person will only do the bare minimum to get by.There will be one who is way over his head in the class and who should not even be there and the last one will have too much on his plate to begin with. The one with too much on his plate will almost never get their part of the project. "Shit!" Charlie moaned after touching one of his nipples. It feltextremely good and he couldn't resist playing with both of them. Rubbingat his new and still growing breasts. "I can't believe how turned on Iam." He desperately wished that he had a woman with him to screw insteadof being turned into one. His whole body nearly squirmed with need.Still, Charlie stared down at his body, seeing that his change was comingclose to finishing, just as the chocolate in his mouth was nearly gone.His legs. I had forgotten my belt and buckle was setting the damn thing off, so now I had to be “wanded”. The TSA agent was a chubby younger man with a pale complexion and ginger hair, a light beard growing on his face. “Sir, please collect your belongings and follow me, you’ve been selected for further screening.” I grabbed my carry-on and shoes and followed him to the screening cubicle. He asked me to stand on the feet painted on the floor mat and hold my arms out straight. I was still very aroused,. “And that’s why this shit happens to me”, I said. “I’m a stupid doormat. You’re right, damnit. I couldn’t really hurt her. I just ... it’s not fair! You’ll be eating dinner at some fancy restaurant, having fun with your perfect parents, while mine ignore me and my cousins treat me like dirt to tread on, because I can’t ... fight ... back.”“Was that it?” she said. “That’s not going to happen, Amanda.”“Right, sure it isn’t”, I said.“Have I ever given you reason to doubt my word?” I’d made her.