Sofia loved to try on Jay's clothes.The cheater's stone left Jay feeling incomplete. He was neither a grownman nor a teen girl. He was somewhere in ...etween. He had to makeJulienne make one more swap no matter how it turned out. He didn't careif he would be reduced to a thumb sucking little girl in daycare, hecouldn't stay as he is. He had to make a bet that in the end would makehim a complete girl or return to being a grown man.Not that he really knew what being a grown man was anymore. . Mummy told me she condoned the punishment as smoking was terrible, in school uniform even worse, and felt I deserved the cane. Still, she was surprised we never considered the consequences ourselves as she always considered us to be sensible girls.Mum added, as I knew, she had been caned at school and twice quite severely by her headmistress. She told me how she had felt after being caned, and there was no disgrace in shedding tears as she certainly had. As she kissed me again, she said she had. The truth was, Tim was hung like a horse. Denise spied on him every chance she got, watched him piss in the barn yard, watched him sneak out behind the shed and jack off, followed him and his girlfriends into the woods and watched from secret hiding places as he fucked them.Tim terrified her. That huge cock he wielded between his legs horrified her. How could any girl endure the torture of being fucked by that big cock? And yet, as much as Denise was terrified, she was fascinated, she was. ”“You know part of her story. Did the others distance themselves from her?”“Well, no...”“They will accord you the same grace, dear.”“Tommy, If you keep using pet names on me like that...”“Mimi, when I use pet names on you, it’s because I feel like using them.”“Why?”“Because I think of you as more than a rescue. Friend. More.”“More?”“More.”“Like?”“Mimi, you’re special to me, okay...” He seemed flustered.I reached over and patted his arm. It’s a good arm. Not overtly muscular, but muscular..