" I'll keep my mouth shut, Kris. Just so you know, I'm sorry that we did it.I feel a little guilty deep down for going as far as we did and having ath...eesome. I don't know what came over me other than seeing you invenerable situation." Matt, now that I've had time to think about it, I regret it too. Let'stry to forget about it. As you said, I've been there and done that. Idon't ever wanna do it again. It just wasn't me at all."The day was a lazy day other than going shopping and restocking our. And his jeans, he noticed, were extremely tight in the butt, yet the waist was inches too large. Even his shoes were too big. He stepped out of them easily, not even needing to kick them loose. As he unbuttoned his shirt, the realization of his transformation hit him. The sight underneath his shirt left him in awe. He now possessed two of the most perfect breasts he'd ever seen, even when compared to those poor unfortunate lookism survivors on display in the pages of "Playboy." And, instead of. ———————– Alessandro’s heart hammered in his chest as he walked towards the Barnes’ kitchen. Over the past couple of hours, he’d run six miles, collided with the woman who’d haunted his dreams for months, spat cruelties at her, apologized, and proposed a truce. Well, he supposed it would closer to the truth to say that he proposed a truce, and then licked and nibbled at her fingers as he ate a strawberry out of her hand. He still had no idea what had possessed him to do that, and in all. He doesn't want her to see him so he quickly walks out of the private room and out of the club altogether.He hits the city pavement and walks home. Once he is home again, he walks to his room. He strips off his T-shirt and slips off his shoes. He then gets back into bed where he goes to sleep.Amanda opens her eyes. She expects to see someone in front of her. But when she looks in front of her and next to her, she sees no one. She feels a little bit disappointed that whoever helped her is no.