Whaaaaap!“Ouch!”Whaaaaap!“Yeee-ow!” Hannah cried.Mrs Bunn was pleased she was making an impression.WHAAAAP!“Crikey! Ouch! Ouch!” cried Han...ah as she jumped up grabbing her bottom.Mrs Bunn put the strap on the table; she had not finished with it. She watched Hannah hop around.“Breeches up, girl” she said knowing that a caning from Mrs Bunn would be at least as painful.Hannah slowly dressed and as she was sent on her way she held her bottom tight.She walked back to her room above a cattle shed.. They seemed ratherbig too.For a moment I just stared at them, then at my hands, which were nothinglike my own. My fingers were more slender and feminine, even having awoman's fingernails. Then my eyes shifted, noticing the lack of hair onmy arms...not to mention the rest of my obviously now female body."Oh shit!" I exclaimed, sitting upright and my crotch. "I'm... I'm..." Igulped. "I've got a fucking pussy." I hesitantly touched it with myfinger and shivered at the pleasant sensation.Then, I. I want to try something." John chuckled. He picked up his Bo staff and headed up the stair.He peeked in his bedroom, Sultry was asleep. She was hugging his pillow.At the closet he opened the door and asked the Powers to step inside. He directed them to the far door. All he had on was boxers ... and the watch, he hadn't bothered to get dressed. Carrying the staff he opened the far door.The entry way to Cassandra was there. "Come on, grab my hand. He stepped through pulling the Seven through. “Looks like you’ve been practicing,” Heather said impassively. She made no movement to start fishing. Her mood was starting to disconcert me.“Nah, I only fished twice since last summer, believe it or not. Busy year.”I soon pulled in a second fish, glancing at her as I dropped it into my pail. “Are you all right? You’re not fishing.”“I just didn’t expect to see you.”Why are all the girls in Montauk saying that to me?“I can leave,” I offered.“That’s not what I meant.”“So why are you surprised to.