“Oh come on auntie i need a piss”. “Not till we get home auntie, wants to use you”. My cock gave a little twitch at this as my imagination ran...riot. “Let’s go home now auntie i’ll get a taxi for my mum and we can have the night to ourselves” . She laughed at my impatience but said okay. We got to the front door and went in. Mum was sitting on he couch looking a bit spaced out. My auntie looked at her and said “are you all right”. My mum slurred yes why. “Well it looks like your pissed” auntie. Instead, cells were modified to produce their own internal CRISPR DNA strains - these internal cell factories proved much more dynamic and potent. Each successive female generation bred new and unexpected gene adaptions.And for those less interested, girls got really cool powers.Both the academics and other concerned parties began cataloging these changes into groups such as fire, poison and psychic, to name a few. While most had kept their humanity and resemblance, a small number were not so. " But I never said I wanted to take off my clothes in a strip club, in front of strangers! I hadn't realised I was squeezing my thighs together.Suddenly we were pulling into the parking lot. I looked the place over, and it seemed okay. From the outside, the only difference between this place and any other bar on the coast was the huge flashing neon sign, announcing, 'STRIPPERS HERE!'We pulled into the parking lot and parked with our backs to the building, looking over the road and down the hill. Michael swigged his drink down and his expression turned to one of disgust. ?What the fuck is this faggot???Err a margarita Sir??He spat out the remainder of the liquid onto the floor and slammed the glass down. ?More like fuckin shit you mean.? He pointed to the glass. ?Everyone else’s drink ok? Riki, Sean?? The other two followed suite with there friend and agreed with him.?Yeah dude kinda tastes like it was made by a kid or something,? Riki butted in, ?Well it was made by a faggot Sean kinda.