I couldn't freak out for my daughter's sake. She needed me to be her perfect mother.“Okay, okay,” I told her, grabbing her arm and guiding her to ...he couch. I pushed her down on it. “Do you want something to drink?”She nodded, her eyes filling with tears. “It just... It hurts.”“Hurts?” I asked, rushing to the kitchen. This was so insane. I breathed in, mixing that lavender scent. How could my daughter have a cock? How could she become futanari just like that? It was impossible.Had a kami cursed. She finished peeing, pulled her panties back up and asked if there was any cum on her dress or hair. I looked her over really good and told her no. She fixed her makeup and then gave me a quick kiss and said we better get back to the party before anyone wonders where we were. We started to head out and she stopped real quick and said, “Oh! Give me your cell phone number.” She put it into her phone as I called it off then she said, “Let me put my number in your phone.” I got it out of my jacket. Before we knew it, we had been sitting and talking for almost three hours. I had started to drink coffee and J had stuck with her mixed drinks. I could tell by her actions and speech the drinks were getting to her. I suggested we should call it a night. She agreed and we left the restaurant. Once out of the restaurant and while driving J back to the office to get her car, I realized she should not drive herself home. I asked if she wanted me to take her home since she only lived a few block. I sobbed andsobbed, but it was kind of a happy sobbing, since I knew I was not going tolose her.Finally I looked up into her face and thanked her with my eyes. Everythingwas still fucked up, but at least I had someone to go through it with me. Ifelt a touch of stability for the first time in months. My burden had left.We talked about my second puberty. She made light of it as best she could;she told me that maybe the body gets the hang of puberty after the firsttime, because second puberties.