"Paul? Oh my God." Michael responded in shock. "Let me explain."Paul glowered at him, but said nothing."Quince is a smuggler of controlled drugs. I di...n't find that out until I was implicated in the smuggling. I finally decided enough was enough. I'm not going back there. I had no idea that Quince would try the stronger virus on you. You're lucky to be alive." Lucky!" Paul shouted in frustration. "I've lost the one chance to get my body back, and I'm now fully female!" I'm really sorry." Are. He forced her down and straddled her, pinning her arms down with his knees. He released his wrist knife and cut away the top of dress, releasing her delicate breasts. Her struggles only made them bounce more, causing him to leer at her. He leaned down to suckle them as she begged him to stop. Finally he tired of her cries and stuffed a torn piece of her dress in her mouth. He ripped a long piece from the hem to tie her hands together in front of her. He lifted them over her head and attached. Next she picked out a pink short sleeve button down shirt. Shayna purposely left the bottom three buttons undone and fashioned a tie knot just above her navel. She slipped into pink flip-flops and flourished out the door. Her bra-less breasts bounced and brushed against her blouse as she approached the pool.At poolside, Shayna sipped on a cup of coffee and fasted on a bagel. She re-applied a layer of pink lipstick and lit a cigarette. The dark lenses on her sunglasses afforded her to gawk at. She was very athletically fit. Her success in track only stopped by her ample chest. By age 18 she had D cups breasts and no matter how she strapped them down she knew they had cost her, her Olympic dreams. Now a year later they were a bit bigger full DD cups. Bethany was afraid of what they would grow to if she ever had children. Her mom had three kids and hers were huge something like F cups. The fear of turning into her mother had stopped her romantic life cold. Never a boy friend or high.