"I see blood on your boots, Paul. Did you get lucky today?" queried Sam.My tag was still on my back so the only possible answer was to deny shooting a...ything."I had a little nosebleed earlier," I grinned."If we take those boots to a lab and they show deer blood, you'll wish you had come clean," warned Sam as he watched for my reaction."Right, Sam!" I laughed. "You have a crime lab in your truck. The FBI comes to you for help. I heard they are going to have a "CSI, Deer Hunting" on TV next year. It was merely a short period of time then I experienced my hand weredifferent becoming a female-like hand, my hair grew long and voice waschanged totally. Just at that moment, my brain was stunned, my heart bitran fast and my lips got dry.So, I told myself I need to calm down when I slowly sat myself straightup. Just when I moved, I began noticing the clothe I wore were differenttoo. I could see myself was wearing a flare skirt instead of my jeans. Thelength of the skirt was not even up to my. She admired the sexy slender shape of Nadine’s naked form – her supervisor might be more than a decade older, but she was slim and clearly worked out regularly at the gym, for there was no sign of flab or sag anywhere, and her breasts, which of similar size to Astrid’s, looked firm. As her supervisor bent over, Astrid shivered in arousal at the feel of the lithe older woman’s naked body lying down on top of her own, with Nadine’s hard erect nipples pressing into her shoulder-blades, her firm. I'm sobbing softly and you pull my head backwards by my ponytail! You get on top of me and whisper hoarsely against my ear, "I'm going to make you pay bitch! I'm going to show you exactly what I do to little whores who purposely flaunt themselves in front of other men! Only I'm allowed to look at you! No other man can ever lust over you! You belong to me! I own all of you! Do you understand?"I whimper childishly, "Yes! Baby! I understand! I'm sorry for showing myself off like that! I'm so bad.