"No way," I said quietly. I knew it was impossible, but I seemed to be in the moment between one second and the next. I absently scratched my nose. It...felt... different. Softer, smoother somehow. Something strange was going on.I suddenly remembered one of the ornaments on our tree. It was a round mirror, and I scanned the tree until I found it and looked into it in amazement.I was changing. I didn't know how, but I was.It had begun at the top of my body, my head. The slope of my head grew. “Your mistress ... needs to cum ... now!” she crooned. Alex rumbled a sound of acknowledgment and dove into her harder. She squeaked at what he was doing, using his tongue and teeth to nip at her. Her arousal shot upwards, reaching the peak almost immediately. It was the moment that one of Alex’s hands snaked to her backdoor and probed it ever so gently, that she lost it.The dam burst and Kasumi howled in orgasmic agony, wanting and needing the release, but never wanting it to end. She shook. I didn't know her that well but i certainly hated to see her cry. We stood in a recess between two locker pods, I held her while she cried, telling me how much she hated what DeLon had become, hated how much he disrespected her when he was once so sweet, "Fuck that guy, we're over," she sobbed. I just listened, what else could I do? We ended up skipping first and second period, opting instead to go to breakfast. "So what's your story Jay? Hmm," she prodded. "My story? I don't really have one,". Sparky was still home, and bored enough with Madeleine to be pleased to see him. Diane called at seven.“Hospital six-fifteen,” she said, “but there will be complications.”The next night, the complications turned out to be minor. She wanted him to drive her to the gas station where she had left her car to be repaired. He called Madeleine and warned her. Then he followed Diane home until she parked her car and climbed in his.“You are capable of learning,” she said.“Well, I may not be an MD, but I.