I will be using the hard, stinging water stream. I want to fucking orgasm. The shower head is down, time for this dirty girl to play for Daddy. I spre...d my legs and angle the shower head so the water sprays up into my pussy. Instantly it feels so fucking good. My breath catches and my heart races. Spreading my legs a bit more, one hand on the shower wall, I lean forward. My back slightly arched, my ass out. ( Daddy, please spank my wet ass? )The water hits my clit and the opening at my pussy. By sixteen, all the boys I knew at school had hair around their growing penises and scrotums. They had developed deeper voices; some even grew mustaches. They had all gotten taller and developed muscles throughout their frames.Me? I was nothing. At 5'4" and skinny, I was a nothing. I was soft and underdeveloped. My voice remained high and squeaky. The only hair I had was on my head.Sometimes, people mistook me for a young girl because I still had baby fat on my body. My ass was round. My chest. Then her spirits were lifted a bit as her children came in. Mary Beth was 6, and Robert 5. They were her joy, her only consolation. Mary Beth and Bobbie looked at each other. They hated to see their mommy cry. They didn't know what to do -- all they knew was to give her hugs, which they did. "Happy Mother's Day, mommy!" they said in unison. Mary Beth had her Mother's dark hair, while Bobbie had his Dad's blonde hair.They waited around the dinner table in vain for Mike to show up. 'Even on. His odd DNA configuration didn't matter at all to me. I could rearrange my genes into things way stranger than him. And I had. Becoming Quetzalcoatl was hands-down the most extreme thing I'd ever done. There, I wasn't making a version of something, or a combination of a couple of things, or a skin-job makeover. That was a totally new creature – assuming the original was actually a myth, something no one could really say - Leonora's positivity and Neeka's skepticism notwithstanding. If anything,.