"You have eyelashes most girls would kill for. Yeah, my guess is that you could be turned into a real pretty brunette." Wouldn't she have to grow out ...er hair, Mom? Couldn't she wear a wig?" Well, I could do a lot more if she had longer hair, but I think she has enough to work with right now. A decent wig is too expensive. Of course, I won't do anything that'll get me in trouble and absolutely nothing against her will. I'm not going to hogtie her." Darn! I wished they stopped using the feminine. “Don’t worry sweetie,” I grabbed a hand full of her ass and tapped my index finger on her puckered little hole. “This ass is going to get precisely what it deserves.”“Ow, I’m looking forward to it,” Heather responded. We cuddled up together and drifted off to sleep.I woke with just a dusk light in the window, and Sue was sucking lightly on my cock. Heather felt me stir and opened her eyes, looked at Sue for a moment, then rolled over and went back to sleep.I reached over and pulled Sue’s back. His heart was like stone, he was too proud to call his parents for assistance, and he didn't have a penny in his pocket. He walked to the Pacific Garden Mission for his nightly meal of soup and bread with coffee. He didn't mind that he had to listen to a sermon before they fed him. He had grown a beard and his hair was long and uncombed. He was filthy from life on the streets. No one wanted to come near him. He noticed that people avoided him and he couldn't understand the reasoning of it. He. His name is Nicolas. I hope you all will get to know him. You do prefer Nicolas, not Nick, or Nicky, is that correct?" "Nicolas is fine" I said nervously.Then someone shouted stand up Nicolas, referring to my shortness. The room erupted in laughter, and just like that it had started. As I quickly sat down, face turning crimson, Mrs. Laveign, stifling a laugh herself, got the class to settle down a bit. As she started her review of what everyone "should" remember from previous years, a voice.