Badly in Love
BADLY IN LOVE By Ingrid Halb Bunnie Toy walked barefoot through a meadow. The soft blades of grass tickled her calves as she did. The long peasant skirt she wore was blowing in the gentle breeze, as was her hair. Her hair had grown considerably over the four years since her transformation and now the long black tresses played across her exposed shoulders, every now and then threatening her vision as they occasionally blew across her face. Bunnie sighed as she tucked a loose...