Unfortunately it isn't going to get any more milk. I hope it can get by on just grass," I said."I hope so too. I kind of like it," Katia said, and the... she walked slowly over toward the calf.It didn't mind at all and actually seemed glad to have some company. Shaeta was right on Katia's heels. The calf liked their attention and within half an hour it would follow them without the need of tugging the lead. They were thrilled.It dawned on me then that they had probably never even considered. “What do you think you are some sort of witch?”“Well, yeah.”“Great, I’m stuck under a spell and all I’ve got is a crazy catgirl that thinks she’s a witch for help.”“Do you want my help or not?” she asks.With a heavy sigh he says, “Yes.”Alright Miss I Don’t Know Any Magic, how in the hell do you plan to reverse nature’s magic?“Well, that way I figure, putting that to use may just work,” she says, nodding toward the gremlin’s still erect cock. She hikes up her dress and moved teasingly slow. Quite the contrary, for that matter. The women who notice my petite feet tend to first coo about how cute my shoes are (anything looks adorable at that size, even if it’s a pair of white Converses), and later lament about how broad theirs are and how it makes for pumps being an absolute hell. The men, however, react rather differently. Their reactions can vary from a dismissive glance to a full-on double take, ending in either a comment along the lines of ‘wow, your feet are really small,’ to. The mayor turned his head back to Alan,with a look on his face that demanded compensation.Alan waved dismissively. "I'll pay you back. I'd punish her, too, butmy administration of discipline is useless." The mayor looked livid.Alan held his hands up in supplication. "Anyway, you think I was a badleader. That's... fair enough. Everyone's entitled to their ownopinion." He reached over and placed Charlotte on his lap (it was herturn), upon which she sat with her legs crossed to make herself.