“Well, it’s easy to see why the guys around the office like to hang around the lobby. You are gorgeous!”“I hope John is happy with me. I’d h...te to disappoint him.”Teresa finished undressing moments before Dakota returned with a bottle of wine in one hand while juggling four glasses in the other. “I got back just in time. Teresa, disappointment is the last thing Jack is going to feel about you. Trust me, he is downstairs right now getting ready to storm the castle up here. He is going to love. Care to dance?"Angilee hadn't danced since high school. Terry had two left feet and so they seldom went anywhere there was dancing."I'm rather out of practice," she said. "Perhaps you might want to protect your feet, these heels can be lethal." I'll take my chances," he responded laughing, "besides, this should be fun." Fun for whom?" she giggled in return."Both of us!" he said, taking her hand and leading her onto the dance floor.Angilee felt awkward at first, but it was impossible not to. ”“Me?!” I asked in surprise. “How?”“The young man I interviewed mentioned he’d tried to get some girls to play ‘strip chess’ after hearing about a kid in Milford who had invented it!”I doubled over in laughter, taking a moment to compose myself.“That’s just perfect! I have to tell Jennifer that one!”Doctor Mercer smirked, “I recall telling him it was probably a good thing he didn’t convince the girls to play. He didn’t seem to know the rules you and Jennifer concocted, and I wasn’t about to. She strokes her thumbs over Exie’s nipple, mimicking her. They both break off their kiss, breathless. Exie’s eyes are dark with passion. “Mmm Norma Jean, you’re making my pussy wet,” she sighs heavily. “Go ahead and make the change. Let’s see the SYMBI in action.”Norma Jean nods her head slowly. She steps back and closes her eyes. With a groan that starts low and then grows exponentially, Norma Jean begins to transform. Her muscles bulge in her arms and legs. Her taut belly gets tighter. Inches.