My living room was not much bigger. It was a miracle I could fit a couch, a desk and a bookcase in there and still be able to move around without cons...antly bumping into things. I hadn’t bothered with decorating the grey walls, except for the odd cartoon or game poster to cover up holes. The bathroom and kitchen were too small to be even worth mentioning. Let’s just say I was almost able to cook and shower at the same time. Not that I cooked a lot. My microwave was my best friend. My apartment. . ." As I looked at it I could hardly believe myeyes. Slowly, but most definitely, I watched as the wound began toheal before my very eyes! In a few seconds, it was completelygone! I was almost too stunned to notice, but an eerie glow in theroom caught my attention. As I glanced down at my right hand,the statue was emitting a pale amber light! The eyes almostseemed to sparkle. Out of fear, I tossed the statue onto the bedwhere the light continued for a moment and then began to fade."Holy. "Anyway, none of our business. Each to their own," she grinned andencouraged her husband to explore inside her knickers. "Now take me upstairs and give me a good shagging," she giggled.They hadn't spoke of it again but Bill recalled the conversation as hesipped his pint."That could explain it I suppose?" Bill muttered to himself.Bill thought he knew better. Bill thought he knew better because he wasa secret transvestite admirer and had been for years.It all started when Bill was in his early. But I quite distinctly remember that I was so pathetic I literally tore off my clothes, which were making me itch, and even in that state I could distinctly remember mom and sis, gaping at my semi nude body. I slowly made my way up to my room and fell into instant deep slumber. I woke up next day only to feel something in my pussy. Then I realized it was my hand only. But again someone tugged at it. I opened my eyes to see mom lifting my soaked panty and trying.