Looking up at the clock, he realized that a lot of timehad passed. Since it was fifteen minutes to 8:00 anyway, Bretdecided to just continue on and wh...n 8:00 comes, he'll see whathappens.Then Bret got some clothes on. He had on a black shirt over awhite t-shirt, jeans with boxers underneath, and socks and shoes.He was ready to go at 7:59. As he started to leave the clockstruck 8:00 and he stood still while unable to move. His fingers,arms, and legs slimmed while the nails on the fingers grew. This story is about me and is true, I was tw€!ve yrs. I hope you enjoy reading it as I enjoyed doing it ;)•A few days later at school Matt told me to meet him at the church storage room. After we went in there he locked the door and said he had a surprise. He had taken a Hustler magazine that he took from his dad. We sat in there looking at the pictures, within seconds we were both hard. He told me to show him my cock and I did. I was nervous and excited all at the same time. He began by. For an instant I was one highly pissed individual and then I remembered that Brooklyn hit from the eighth and shrugged. It all evens out. Besides, a 792 series isn't anything to sneeze at and as a consolation I took all four jackpots that night. The team retired to the bar and we celebrated for a couple of hours.I was in a great mood on the drive home and I knew just what to do to start working my way back into Shelly's good graces. She was usually asleep when I got home, but that night I was. " One ant broke from the group, turning toward me and coming out a few tiny ant steps into the light. It looked up at me, twitching its antennae in— defiance?Home.It was just like the voice from the ant farm! I recoiled backwards, and hit my head on the underside of the bench."You okay there, Champ?" Mr. M asked, concerned."I'm fine," I replied, rubbing the back of my head. "I, uh, got some dust in my nose and started to sneeze." I looked back under the bench, but the ants were gone from the.