The young woman looked to be about eighteen to twenty years old. She had on a blue top with lighter blue horizontal stripes. She was attractive but wh...t really drew my attention were her huge tits. She obviously was not wearing a bra and her big full tits were hanging down to her elbows. Now that was not something that I saw regularly. I smiled at her and she smiled back. Her mother was talking to her all the time trying to tell her what to do in court to get her child back from Foster Care. My. Maybe somethings wrong, was my first through. Of course, I knew that was quit unlikely, but I could not help but worry. I guess that is the downside of having a vivid imagination. Luckily, I was also about to experience the upside. Fearing the worst, I pushed the door open and stepped in, closing it silently behind me. I then turned around and studied my new surroundings. Everything looked normal. A relieved sigh escaped me. My friend was fine. Or so I thought until I heard a moan emanate from. He had wired ahead of his arrival. Despite his anger at his diminished state, he alighted onto the grounds of his house, a modest estate, glad to be back home. Lucy was outside looking for him, but only when the cab pulled away did she give him a second look."Who are you?" I am Reginald, Lucy," he said in his woman's voice. "I did send you a telegram that I had been grievously deformed. This, unfortunately, is who I am now."His wife of twenty-five years looked on in utter disbelief."I realize. I took hishand in mine and we walked to the corner caf?. We enjoyed our coffee,heads close, hands closer. I watched the clock, relaxing when theloop didn't start again. We finished and I leant in and kissed him.This was nice. Not fantastic but not terrible either."My spider sense is tingling..." I observed absently."Mine too," he responded."No. I mean there is trouble. The comic convention. Come on. Suit uphot stuff. Let's go..." I pulled on my mask and ran out of the caf?and up the wall. I.