"You...look like the display!" she finally managed to stammer.Gary glanced at the display, and then at himself. "Holy shit!" he cried softly. "I do,...don't I?" He touched his boobs again, then smiled at her. "No wonder you like me playing with them," he said with a grin - in her voice.Trish scowled at him. "Can it change you...back?" she asked in a tiny voice.Gary suddenly realized her concern. If it couldn't change him back, then he was stuck, and this wasn't a laughing matter any more. . ‘What an interesting Christmas present that was,’ Louise whispered before she took her two-day’s worth of groceries into her kitchen. ‘What’s the matter, Jim?’ Pam asked two days later as the two were sitting at the dinner table. ‘You’ve been glum for a week now. Christmas should be a time of joy, and we’re about to have our own bundle of joy.’ For two days Pam had been avoiding saying much of anything to Jim. She was afraid of what might be worrying him so much. Second thoughts of fatherhood. It was hard to concentrate on what Jason was telling me because my pussy was tingling one hell of a lot.We practised moving my legs correctly for ages with Jason sometimes holding different parts of my legs. He even held my thighs close to my pussy telling me that my thighs were my strongest muscles and that I needed to get their movements right.Finally he told me to get back into the water and try again. Some of what he had said must have sunk in because I was swimming a little faster and. "Lucas and I wore a hidden mike and a really awful, low definition hidden camera. Mostly we always got the same people. They were dressed different and with different hair, otherwise they were all pretty much cookie cutter images. Women who couldn't believe that bastard could do, whatever he was doing. Then there were the men, who couldn't believe that bitch was doing, whatever it was that she was doing.We had one 'Dissolution of business partnership' asset freeze order to serve. Usually they.