Greg stops there. He knows it would be tons of fun to just beat his (Taryn's) bean, but has a goal. Getting up into the chair he looks at the picture of this sexy ethnic Russian and licks his lips. He grabs the top card and has to stop himself yelling, "a mile." The next, "a mile". And so on! "a mile. A mile. A mile. A mile. A mile. A mile..." Greg's shoulders shrink and his voice changes, he can't see the changes starting on his face or feel his feet getting more dainty. "a mile. A mile. A mile..." His nipples become feminine and his waist slims, his spine cracks and his hand changes size. He misses the pile and slows down, "a mile, a mile, a mile, a mile..." Mounds grow on his hairless chest and his bottom fills out, his thighs change and his hair grows, "a mile. A mile. A mile. A mile..." He, or rather she, starts pulling cards and noticing they are blank. Greg looks at her hands and then slowly grabs her chest, tweaking her nipples and moaning. "hmmmmmh." She touches her neck and then her lips and hair. "You can do better than that, Taryn." She stands up and goes to the full length mirror between the dressers. It was a little short for Greg, but Taryn can see herself just fine.