I recognize her, and she recognizes. Ms. Helene Tate my 5th grade elementary school teacher. 5’5” 36-24-35 hour glass figure, asian, freckles, pro...ably vietnamese, straight black hair half way down her back, held in check by the aviator sunglasses lifted to the top of her head, wearing a sky blue sundress with a Sunflower pattern. She’s barely aged. Still fuckable. When I had my sexual awakening she was my first crush at the age of 10. “Sonny? Sonny!, you’ve grown up so tall and strong.” Psh.. We removed our clothes. Now a full grown naked woman was in front of me and I wanted to enjoy her fully. we slept next to each other and started playing with her boobs. She had a clean shaved pussy. I inserted my finger separating the vaginal lips slowly and started finger fucking her.She was wet by now and responding by moaning slowly. I was biting her tits a bit and kneading her boobs roughly. She had spread her legs by now. I came in between her legs and started rubbing my cock head in her. Hisundershirt changed as well. It grew longer, hanging down past his hips.The material changed to the same satiny green cloth as the panty. Thecollar dipped to show the tops of his breasts as the material grew tighter,accentuating Davy's lush new figure.Davy saw that his skin was changing now. The pink tinge of human flesh wasbeing replaced by a subtle green tint. He suddenly realized what he hadbecome. "A dryad. I'm a dryad now, aren't I?" Aye, Daphne, you are a dryad." Daphne?" She. As much as my body wanted to oblige, I knew it was not the time nor the place. I pulled back, only for her to lean in closer, I kissed her forehead and left. I did not hear from her all weekend, it was Monday morning when I received the text message informing me she would be at the bar that evening. I did not ask any more questions and that night I showed up early, I wasn't going to let another opportunity slip by. As promised she showed up that night, wearing black skirt only covering up about.