Once I had slipped them on, I looked in the mirror to check how they looked. I was happy with my reflection, a short, slender girl standing at about 5...��4, with a flat tummy and 36DD boobs. My lightly curly blonde hair fell down over my shoulders and rested against the creamy skin of my tummy. I stepped out of the changing cubicle and saw Craig waiting for me. He stood their shocked for a minute, with his eyes wide open. I twirled for him, teasing him, and asked, ‘What do you think?’ He was. I waved her hand, she does alike. Then I asked her its ok if I call her now.She replied that her husband just got slept and it could trouble her. She texted again that she was not feeling sleepy so she wanted a company. I said ok to her. We both stand at our balcony and texted each other. I asked her to call me on skype, to which she replied that she doesn’t know much about these modern days technologies. I said no problem we are chatting right now just like skype. She smiled. The smile in her. She stopped pushing and devisedher next surprise for those outside her walls.The time for the next switch for the mages was fast approaching. Theycouldn't all maintain full push against the witches shield and hope towear her down. Pressure had to be continuous not giving her time torest. They needed re-enforcements, and soon. The next mage to rest wastiring rapidly; if she didn't stop pushing she would soon loseconsciousness. The others knew this and expected her to disengage.Willow knew it. "You silly thing. I was the one who gave my pet Laura her power. In that sense, I never truly left."Diane's mind raced. If some form of Nyssa really still inhabited Laura's head, what hope did she have of freeing Heather? She had not bargained for this. She was supposed to confront her worst fear, and that was supposed to be Victor."Wh-what do you want with me?" Diane demanded in a shaky voice."Oh, but you're the one who decided to take a romp in Heather's consciousness, not me. I should be.