We handed in our samples, and moved on to a discussion of Mrs. Irving's expectations. She expected each of us to be able to construct a sentence prope...ly, to be able to critically deconstruct any sentence we were given, and to be able to discuss the parts of the sentence intelligently. This was our goal for the end of the year.Unlike many of the classes we would take, this class would last the entire year, and we would get credit for each semester of it. I felt it would be good review for me,. ..and his.He took the pills she gave him, even though he wasn't convinced the unmarked bottle held 'vitamins' like she claimed.He *knew* they weren't vitamins when they caused him to grow perky little breasts, with pronounced, extraordinarily sensitive nipples."I love your rosy nipples," she said, diddling them, every now and again giving them a tweak or a tug. Having his nipples played with caused he little cock to drip precome copiously.When he inevitably lost his menial job, she shrugged and. ..you're goingto be a freshman in high school. I've already arranged it so that no onewill ask any questions as to why you are here. The teachers know thatyou are a transfer from out of state and that your "sister" Megan isyour parental guardian. And.... as an added plus...you have me...your seniorboyfriend." And with that he pulled me close in and kissed me through mytears all the while rubbing my belly. "Now get to class bitch." He saidas he smacked my ass.This was a sick and cruel. It suddenly dawned on her, her furry ears twitching with surprise. “Oh! You don’t have claws, you can’t climb trees. I didn’t consider that...” She thought for a moment, looking up into the branches. “Maybe I can carry you up there.”“Don’t trouble yourself,” Jules replied, “we can just go interview somebody else. I’m sure the village is full of people who we could talk to. Besides,” he added as he gestured to her vest, “I wouldn’t want you to exacerbate your injury.”“Injury?” she asked, cocking.