Heather was the firstperson to treat her like family and actually really begin to love her.She was like a sister that she never knew and truly appreci...ted all thehard work that Heather did for her. She was extremely reluctant abouttomorrow, but she did want to lose the only family member she had leftin her life.The next morning, Heather was waking up Kathryn much earlier thannormal. Heather hadn't heard a word from Kathryn about the entiresituation, so it was assumed that Kathryn had approved. "Go on." Then I discovered that my breasts were my own and the wig had become my own hair too." Just like that?" said Stephanie sceptically."It seems so. I wouldn't have believed it, but that's honestly how it happened." Can I see?" What?" Your bits." Bits?" asked Denise almost sweating with the heat she was generating from blushing."Yeah." said Stephanie and pointed to the area just below Denise's waist."I-I don't know, I mean you'll laugh. It's embarrassing." Why? I've got one." Bet yours. Months went by and Shelia continued to fade away slowly. When she was barely 16 I had been lucky enough to see first hand just how beautiful my baby girl, Jane, truly was. I had opened the door to her room to tell her good night and found her with her head thrown back gasping for air in the throes of a self induced climax. Thankfully she didn’t know her Daddy had stood for a moment and taken in the view of her fingers slipping deliciously over her engorged clit and in and out of the swollen. How awful? I can’t imagine how they must have felt. Yet, that’s all most of us know about this story. We didn’t know very much about the victims, except for the assumption that they were all criminals. They weren’t. At least one man was a good guy, a family man, trying to turn his life around. This story is about the auto mechanic. John May was his name. There’s not much known about the man. I used what I found on him and imagined the rest. You can call it a creative biography. Only, how awful.