The thought of being such asexy girl is almost too much for me. I am at work after all, andthere are other people in the store. Who are these women an... why didthey choose me? If they did choose me, after all I am only seeingsome pictures. It's not like I really lived through thistransformation. But, I realize as I look at the images, the thoughtof being that sexy...I turn to the next image, and there I am in the sexy suit, but witha pair of spiked heels added to the mix. God, do they look. Chelsea was having her fourteenth birthday party in her backyard when Mrs. O'Carroll introduced me to her parents. Chelsea was a rather skinny girl with shoulder length brown curly hair and brown eyes glistened with cunning sparks. I didn't pay attention to Chelsea at our first acquaintance. It was also a long time afterward that I knew her best friend Barbara Enzi was there as well. The person I was paying attention to at that occasion was Chelsea's older cousin Sheila, who was on summer. When we got back I informed Miss Lori that I would be moving tomorrow, I praised her hospitality and thanked her profusely. I was comfortable here and didn't want to go, but staying felt wrong.Since I didn't have much to pack and neither did Chandra, I took her out back and put her through her paces until dinner was ready. With Chandra, I was harder on her than anyone that I had ever taught, mostly because she had much more potential than any of them did. The training of Kassandra's apprentices. The movement made a squishy sound as the lubricant in myass allowed the thick cock to enter easily. The sound was accompanied bya low guttural moan from me that I made without even thinking about. Iwas used to reacting to her aggressive moves to signal her that I lovedbeing taken by her."You like that slut? You need my cock don't you? You love to feel thepower of it as I pound you. Come on show me how much you want it."She moved forward pressing her new cock deeply inside me. The width.