She had trimmed her pussy when shaving her legs during her bath. She touched the black nylon with one fingertip, pressing it between her already swoll...n labia and up against her clit. Perfect.Now she went to her dressing table. She checked her make-up, making sure it was just what she wanted, a bit provocative perhaps but not slutty. Then she brushed her red-blonde hair, arranging it so that it fell freely. That would have to be rearranged, of course, but when it was time for that she wouldn't. The fleshy spigots seemed too small and limp when shaken – like wet washrags – to transform into the formidable predators the girls described. The unofficial education at school filled in a lot of the blanks her mother’s discussion omitted. Madelyn, more frank than many mothers had been, had said that a naked wife lying in bed underneath her naked husband – obviously permitted only after marriage – would produce a baby. Any attempt at such activities before nuptials would ensure eternal. I stood and finished my shower and as I stepped out to dry off I saw my reflection in the mirror. I knew it was my imagination but it seemed that my short little cock was suddenly larger and I wondered if the treatment would make me larger. My mind was filled with the possibilities as I dried and dressed in my lounge clothes and settled into an evening of thoughts of the day.I drifted off to sleep long before time to call it a day. My body was simply worn out from the treatment and the mind. We flew in every closer, tighter circles above our brave men and centaurs and our wands burned with non-stop magical energies as we tried, largely in vain to clean some sort of pathway for them out to relative safety. Small wounds were starting to become mortal ones, and slowly but steadily men and centaurs fell to the surprisingly bloodless sands and were overwhelmed, dying where they fell.The horde of undead was massive, seemingly endless, and first a quarter of our host had fallen, then a.