Now this. What had she done to deserve all this. She was just a regular girl working regular hours trying to survive in a regular…well maybe slightl... ran down apartment. When she was with him she felt like a queen. He always made her feel so special, important for a change. “Am I not allowed to spoil my ladies. Your beautiful and should be treated as such. Just relax and enjoy your evening. Trust me its only just beginning.” Antonio’s devilish grin put her on edge. What was he planning? She. My face. It's so soft. I look like a girl. Oh my god, Ilook like a girl'Lucy caught herself jumping up and down in front of the mirror. Whichreminded her of something else. Her breast was all jiggly. Her eyesgrew wide. She lifted her T-shirt and could see them in all theirglory. Two ample breasts were now attached to her chest. She cuppedthem both in her hands and admired the feeling of holding her own boobsin her hands.'I can't believe it; I have a girl's face and boobs. It's working.. So Yoko, who was pretty but not as sexy as Miss Komukai, thought she could help. She fantasized about the same things I did. Because of this Yoko and I became long time partners. Yoko wants me to promise that I would kill her someday. Yoko fantasized about being killed too. I said I would, but not for many years. We became close. So Yoko-san raised some money to give Miss Komukai’s family and even her friends to keep them silent. I was sceptical, but I wanted to trust my friend so I went with. "I have a phone, and I love you." "I don't know. . .. . " she said, her brown eyes downcast. "Well I do. Nothings going to happen." I kissed her. Half drunk, I was slightly unsteady on the stage at Whitman's Bar. I was providing lyrics and rhythm guitar. I was just finishing the last bars of "Free Bird" when I noticed a blonde staring directly at me. Through my misty vision, I noticed she was pretty good-looking. We ended the set and the crowd began clapping. I had gotten a band.