My wife was screaming oh please don’t put that in me oh my that thing is awful oh please don’t do it!Witchy just took it and put the head first at...p my wife’s black haired mound set it there and let go of the head and watched as it swung about and wiggled all over my wife’s mound area and was squirming upwards as my wife’s eyes were wide open and she was seeing it squirming and wiggling and feeling it on her body doing so.It was wildly whipping Witchy’s other hand that held it at the tail about. She had offered no explanation as to why he was going on a trip, who would meet him, or when he would return. There had been no need to explain, as he was not going to return. The mother gleefully examined what had once been her awkward son, who was now this young woman, the result of an agonizing transformation and rebirth. Long blonde hair fell to the small of her back, double priced earrings dangled from her ears, eyebrows arched with electrolysis and body hair below permanently removed,. The next morning, dad had a blast. In retrospect, he conceded that teleporting a cow into his bedroom hadn't been his wisest move. It literally scared the crap out of the animal, and his wives had been less than amused at the new fragrance it created in their apartments. Sometimes women just didn't have a sense of humor.I didn't either, when people who were important to me were insulted. The fact that the rumor was meant to hurt me, made no difference. It also reflected badly on the royal. I took a seat between Ananya and Shyam. I started to talk in Hindi since both were from north India. I was awestruck with Ananya’s Kannada. She was fluent. We started to converse in Kannada. I was quite uncomfortable when Shyam looked at me whenever Ananya laughed at my small jokes.Let me describe Ananya, the milky queen. Ananya was very fair and approx. 5.6’ in height. She had cat eyes, a sharp nose, and thick lips. Ananya was wearing round glasses, and big earrings were dangling from her.