Now Jake had decided to avoid paying his tavern bill and
had snuck out of the Mall whilst the
three rather bosomy waitresses were in the back chatting stuff with Chef Henri Merlin.
So he'd got home no problem and hit the sack.
Jake made his money as a male model for a mens fashion magazine
and needed to be up early the next morning to do the all
important Pierce-Morgan fashion shoot.
So when the stabbing pain in Jakes chest,belly and hips began early
the next morning he wasn't thinking about
bosomy waitresses.
Yet as sie staggered out of bed and ripped off hir shirt
to let hir heaving altering
changing chest have some air,even in the heat
sie could tell sie was turning into
a woman.
As sie headed for the bathroom to grab some aspirin to
dull the pain,hir left hand brushed against the sensitive nipple of hir small apple
sized right breast and a moan of pleasure
briefly escaped her puckered lips.
It was all over in a few minutes and Jackie Pierce briefly thought she'd be able
to flatten those mammaries and show up for the
fashion shoot as a man.
The birds voice behind her shattered that delusion.....