Paula had drunk maybe eight Martini's and several of those red things with a parachute nd a slice of lime when she finally passed out just after midn...ght so when she woke next morning it was to a world that shimmered and wobbled and where a rock band drummer was practising inside her head."Hello Paula, I've brought Rex to see you, your new dog." Julian told her.Martha looked around, she was lying on a mattress with a plastic cover in a corner of a small room and suddenly she realised that. She tried to shake the image, but for some reason, all she could think about was to what those short legs led too. “Oh hi. So that was you I saw going to the showers,” Sara said and smiled. “Guilty,” Angie answered and started to turn red. “I was like, ‘wow, look at that, first day here and already one of us is walking down the hall naked.’ I had to do a double take!” “Well, get used to it. I am sure I won’t be the only one!” “No, I am sure you won’t be. I am sure I will join in at some point!”. She was myPrince Charming and I was completely lost, totally mesmerised by thepassion that invaded my young and excited body. Paula had made one changeto the normal dress of a man. Instead of a boiled, starched shirt she waswearing a gorgeous satin shirt blouse, mannish but feminine, along withthe usual bow tie. My satin bodiced breasts slid smoothly, satin onsatin, over her own small, yet exquisite, breasts. In my heels I was thesame height as she was and our nipples bumped each other s,. Her hips stuck out so far they made shelves fit for cup holders. Her tits were big and round too, extending beyond the outline of her shoulders. The great part was she wasn't just a big fat bitch, she had the great big fat ass and tits without the gut. Her belly was just a slightly rounded protrusion lost somewhere under the rest of her. Her skin was as black as night.Just to show the contrast, I'm a 5'6" one hundred and forty pound white guy, but enough about me.She's got to be three, or three.