Knowing My Destiny Part II
It had been about a year since a crazy pixie's mistake had transformed my two pals and myself into our Halloween costumes. Steve had gotten a good deal being turned into a mass of sexy man-muscle and I had embraced my roll as a buxom nymph hooker. (Honestly I wasn't thrilled about the hooker part but with a sex drive five times that of any fifteen year old schoolboy I needed the steady stream of willing men.) Mike though had gotten the short end of the stick being changed into...