As Mike enters his house he can’t seem to find Gloria, after looking downstairs, he goes up to their bedroom. At the top of the stairs, he hears moa...ing and is afraid he interrupting some mid day dalliance with which his wife has become evolved. As he creeps to the door, the first thing he notices is how aroused he is. He knows he should be mad and ready to attack this mysterious lover but what he really wants to do is spy on his wife as he rubs his dick. Mike is glad the door is open so he can. Then it occurred to Miranda that they could teleport across the river and save walking maybe dozens of miles.“I can’t,” Murielle informed her.“What do you mean – you can’t?” Miranda wanted to know.“You’ve noticed that we don’t merge together with our thoughts anymore?” Murielle explained. “There’s other stuff I can’t do anymore, either. I can’t make a flame. I can’t heal all these scratches I’m getting like you can, and...“You can’t teleport,” Miranda finished the sentence for her, then. "Really? That's good thinking. I need to find out more about her."Anyway, I was just explaining the situation to our Indiana sisters."Kay turned back to the phone. "Tell me, Leslie. What could we expect from transforming a girl with Down's Syndrome?"There was a silence for a few seconds. "You know," said the geneticist finally. "The full effects of the serum is not completely understood. How it works differs from person to person." I understand. But what can you tell me for certain?" asked. Oh shit, my knickers were off. I was a slut. I was a skank. I was shameless. I was fingering my fully shaved girly bits in front of a middle aged guy, to get a college musical theatre role.“Oh yeah, nice, very nice” said the satisfied prick, but added, “turn around, spread and finger.”I was too far into this to pause and rewind. The terminal point, my arse was coming fast, I thought.There I was with only my black school shoes and short white socks on and a spotlight on my arsehole and my spread.