..It happened! I had boobs inside the cups of the bra! Just like that!I pinched myself to see if I was dreaming. I wasn't. I removed the bra--more...trouble than putting it on, because of my breasts--set it aside,and the boobs were gone.I tried it again and again. Put it on; the boobs appeared. Take itoff; the boobs disappeared. Then I thought of something: what else wastransformed...?I felt down between my legs. No such luck. The old male parts were stillthere, bra or no bra.Then I had. " Why?" My heart skipped a beat."Because I wanted to see you, Mr. Thompson." You can call me Marc now, Angelina." I gave her a puzzled look. Impure thoughts raced through my head. "Where were you planning on staying?" With you, Mist—um ... Marc." Her confidence faltered for a second.I didn't know what to say. She seemed to have the whole thing planned out. Part of me said that I should have called her parents right then. But another part of me thought, She's an adult now. She can make her own. Frightened him, too, as he watched her move up off the davenport toward him, calmly taking the drinks from his hands, setting them on the bar, and drawing him around from behind it. She eased close to him then, her whole ravishing length of hot female body pressing tightly and hotly to him, her erect, pointed breasts flattening against his lower chest as her arms snaked around his neck and pelvis ground snugly into his.Startled, Ken could neither breathe nor speak. Automatically, his hands. . .Was this woman really on this boat in this storm saving his life? He felt a crushing tightness in his chest, and it became hard to breathe, and he grew very still. The light came for him, but thought better of it and let the old fisherman go. __________________________ The local Coast Guard came for the old man and took him to the village clinic, but of the trip back to the village he remembered little, not the rocking patrol boat or the crashing storm. Neither did he remember the first two.