I just couldn’t take it anymore. In desperation I acted.“STOP!!!!!!!!” I shouted. “JUST STOPPPPPP!” Everything did. Existence stopped. ...ime stopped. All energy stopped. But I didn’t stop. I was still self-aware. You have no idea how quiet the universe gets when you suddenly cease literally everything. I expanded my thought until I had all of Lillian Lazarus’ resurrection surrounded. With another thought I then compressed her form until she was the same size she had been when I. He is agog. He can hardly believe his good fortune and comes out with the redundant, or at least obvious line, "Christ, you are so beautiful." She's a two hundred percent, living breathing fuck bitch, under his control, who is also gorgeous. As he devours her shape and features and her fear, anticipating how he's going to bind her with her legs full spread and penetrate her slowly from front and behind, all measured and controlled and deliberate and how her nipples are going to scream. Janie was in the same boat. She'd never put much effort intoschool either, although her marks had been better than mine. Now all ofa sudden she took off academically. From our study sessions I could seehow really smart she was. At first it was me helping her along, butbefore long it was me riding on her coattails. By the middle of Octobershe was leading the class, and I wasn't far behind.October was an unseasonably hot month. Janie and I had sleepovers at myplace most weekends ? as a matter of. My body was smaller and it seemed to me that I didn’t have the right body. I was a girl in a mans body. Growing up our f****y didn’t have that much money and I wore my s****rs clothes at night. During the day I wore panties and a half slip instead of a T-shirt under my jeans. In gym the guys would tease me but it was the way life was. At home it seemed right wearing panties, slips and a skirt or dress. I never understood it but this is how I was raised. Hand me down dresses and blouses was.