Thinking back, she remembered how mad the old woman had been. Oh, *Gods*, had she been mad. The room had been tricked up so that Jacob had had to actu...lly take a shower before leaving, and much to his shock, panic, dismay and surprise, the warm spray had promptly turned him into a moderately beautiful woman. And following the old woman's entrance, she promptly cowed the frightened girl back under the showerheads, turning her into Cherry Ellen Carmichael, a big-breasted bimbo. And that might. But I need to go" I aid. I saw the distinct clouds of sadness and disappointment spreading on her face."I will miss you Jai. But, before you go, won't you give me something as a memento or souvenir to remember you by always" she sounded it more imploring than a request.I was really puzzled. What did she mean? 'Had she meant she did all that for money and not for her own pleasures' I wondered. I looked on myself. I had my wallet with few thousands of rupees. I can easily spare about five. " Blood clot?" What the hell? Fred knew about blood clots. Knew about them all too well. His mother, during her chemo, had been in and out of the hospital with them, constantly on blood thinners or thickeners or whatever else was needed to counteract the last thing they had given her. Why would a healthy twenty five year old be getting them?"Yes. I just got her checked into a room at ECMC. She didn't want to worry you, but ... I thought I should call you." She sounded ... actually concerned. And i d\found these cute pink undie , in the dirty basket''''i went out full hard and clean, the rest is history''''nice good hob man , where are you''he have my place away''nice ill be there in 10''''im coming to try her too''''come here bro, bring weed lets fuck her all night ''he close the phone''you have 10 min to wash up and het back here for us in your best pink outfit''i crawl my ass slap told to listen or i would het beaten up like a sluti was getting prepare and washing with my girly.