Was she going to pick it up or just quietly let it slip away? After all, what did she really know? She had only been at Blanke Schande six months. Who...was she to go presenting any sort of proposal on any sort of topic to the very Executive Council of BSC. These guys were like ‘gods’ to mere mortals such as Katrina Jones ... a nineteen year old nobody from a medium sized rural town in the back blocks of California.Suddenly the whole thing just seemed so ridiculous. Katrina Jones was seriously. .. out of this world. He had heard tales of what humans often referred to as the "Nature Angels" or even "Forest Beauties", but... those tales did not nearly enough describe how beautiful they truly were. Even sitting down, he could tell she was incredibly tall: taller than him, even. She had very long hair as white as the snow that often fell on his mountains, and had very pale but completely flawless skin. She was sitting with her back turned to him, so he unfortunately couldn't see the rest. In a panic Stephen pulled down his boxers and was met with an ever moreshocking sight. It was gone! As Stephen looked down at his crotch hisusual equipment was completely absent. All he could see was a mound ofred pubic hair which was in stark contrast to the black pubes Stephen wasaccustomed to seeing."What the fuck!?" he whispered in shock. The memories of yesterdayafternoon came flooding back to him. Kathy had shown up. She had cast aspell and taken his cock. She had given him her...'No,. She had made us dress in our "Sunday best" though Trixie had rebelled and appeared to be aiming for "Goth slut" no doubt influenced by my mother whose choice even to my young eyes looked somewhat questionable, stockings miniskirt and a tight blouse showing off her ample bosom.We rang the bell and the doctors office and waited for a minute or two until he came to the door "he swung it open and looked at us all standing there and smiled. "Oh Ben, my favourite patient, how are you" I blushed.