After a few minutes I had a rather evil idea. I left the lounge room and made my way to the bathroom. I slowly opened the door and put my head in. An ...mage started to form amidst all the steam. There was my 18- year old cousin, naked, in the shower. Through the clear shower screen I could see her shaving her pussy. The water flowed over her firm breasts and her long blonde hair was slicked back. I watched her for a few minutes before I decided to get my cock out and relieve myself. In my. Not surprisingly, there was no answer.I sighed, and pulled out a crystal out of a pouch, and used it to feelfor signs of magic. This one wasn't as good as what Anderson could donaturally, but it worked."Oh, yeah, this is definitely the place ..."I pulled out another little crystal out of the pouch and gave it a tap.This one was basically a magic version of an EMP, and it would render allmagic in the area useless. I placed the crystal at the door, pulled out agun, and took a breath while. A wave of anger hit me. Biting my lip angrily, I began to cry. Any foolish hope I had of being male was washed away like my womb lining. My bed became a fort of tears for the next few days. The ensuing weeks followed pretty much a disordered pattern. I'd wake up, think about Minnie, cry, bandage my swell, go to the bakery, eat, return back to my room, and wait until the early hours of the morning so that I could shower. One time I bought a suit and shoes that fit a lot better and occasionally,. I tried to remember her smile. It was sad how hard it was to bring back memories of her. Mamma was more like a feeling to me than like a real person anymore.I kept looking over a Moira, who looks nothing like Mamma looked. I tried to think about the feeling of Moira, and whether it was the same as the feeling of Mamma. I don't mean, like the feel of their touch. I mean the feeling I got inside when I thought of them.Mamma was Mamma, I decided. Moira was different. Having really great sex with.