My tits are sore again.I hope they get bigger.Tuesday, January 30th, 2018I got a job!!!And that's not even the best news. But, yeah, job! It's just ... smallentry thing but it's at that clothes (boutique!) store where Dr.Swalley's office was.I'm only stocking and running the register but I'll get to learn whatall the different clothes are called and how they work.Tabitha (the owner) didn't even have me fill out a job application oranything. Which is good since, well, my pictures aren't me any. "Well I suppose that's par for the course this week. I trust you handled it in the usual manner?" Of course Sir." I assured him."Okay." He said. "I've got an important meeting that's going to commence when my guests arrive and you've got my daughter to pick up from school in a couple of hours, don't you?" Yes." I told him. "I was just going to start prepping the Lear for that flight now as a matter of fact." Okay. Anything unusual about their questions today?" No Sir." I told him. "The standard. Of course, if you're going to take up being a masochist you need to practice. Lie down in the bath, face down, it's your tits we're treating." I thought a sauna would be good, doesn't that do the same thing?" It might but they don't have a nude sauna here. Get in the ice. If we had both available I'd have you jumping from one to the other. Maybe you should install one at home." I wasn't planning this as a regular activity." Maybe worth a thought... perhaps at your studio, I'd be a regular for. Zane looked at his own clothes. He was dressed the same. He was an eight-year-old girl. Zane said nothing, made no exclamation. He merely stood and lookedat his reflection a while, in shock. Not knowing what to make of hissituation, he put down his book and walked out of the library. Out in the street, it was dark. Zane felt the wind blowing throughthe folds of his dress, and realized that in his present form hecouldn't possibly walk home. His thoughts were a blur, and he couldthink .