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... stab of fear. He suppressed it. Looking presentable was something virtually everybody did, and that's what he was doing. Looking presentable. He felt his full bladder ache, and sighing, gave in to the inevitable. He pulled down his jeans and panties and planted his wide hips on the bowl. Sucks that I can't stand up to do this anymore, he thought. He tried relaxing and was surprised to feel his pee just come out of him in a gush, instead of the familiar sensation of it streaming from his cock. He grabbed toilet paper and tried to figure out what to dab, or wipe. He settled for dabbing all over the folds, hoping he got it all. He felt his heavy breasts pulling on his chest as he bent over. They bumped and jostled and Joe sighed. He joined his mother and b*****r at the breakfast table, and became suddenly aware of them staring at him. "What...?" he asked testily, and his mother instantly turned to fiddle with the coffeepot. Jack, however, gave him a piercing stare. "You're not wearing any makeup." Jack said. "So?" he answered, defensively. Makeup? He didn't even know how that worked. Jack looked surprised. "Nothing." He turned to his cheerios, and said, offhandedly, "You look better without it." Joe felt inexplicably pleased at that. His mom turned around, and she was smiling, if ever so slightly. "Mom? Where do we keep the trash bags, the big ones for outdoor work? I have a lot of stuff to throw out." "Throw out? Jo, it should be sorted out for goodwill." "Trust me Mom. ...

... Goodwill won't want any of that stuff." The smile on his mom's face grew, and Jack couldn't help smiling, either. *** Sam stared blearily at the wavy-haired redhead reflected in the mirror. He closed his eyes and silently counted. "One...two...three." He opened his eyes, and beheld the same green- eyed, auburn-haired girl. Who was she? He didn't know her. He sighed, his shoulders slumping, and felt the female flesh on his chest tremble underneath the blouse. What a nightmare. He was still staring in the mirror when he heard his father roar from downstairs "Samantha! If you aren't up, get up! You have school in a half-hour!" "Y-Yes Dad! I'm up! I'm up!" Sam called out. "Good! I'm heading off to work. Remember your after-school chores! I don't want to come home and find you gone unless you've finished the list!" There was a slam. Sam looked out the window and watched his dad pull out of the driveway. His mom had left earlier to drop Cherise, his younger s****r, off at junior high, so he was alone. Alone with the strange girl in the mirror. Sam sighed, trying to dispel the fear inside of him. The motion caused his breasts, still imprisoned in the lacy bra, to jiggle softly, and Sam winced. They were hurting a lot! Was that normal? He pulled off his blouse, his auburn hair falling about him, making him shiver as they caressed his bare shoulders. He struggled to undo his bra, twisting and turning, his fingers fumbling at the clasp. He made a cute, girlish growling sound that was nothing ...