It is like the most awesome thing ever!My long, shiny, sparkly-like hair will be curled and twirled lavishly, I presume. Any other better idea? I don'... marginally think that one more does exist. I have to do and dye my hair up in like two hours before it becomes deeply dark and lightless out there. My nails need to be chopped and hacked up too. This is all such an easy thing and task altogether. My legs? I last shaved them in like two months. Oh yeah. I am not all this excessively hairy and. We both said,"No, we weren't doing that." But we were so shocked by the extremelydegrading nature of her comment that we both thought it better to justpretend it never happened and not confront her again over it.I can't pinpoint what was causing my mother to suddenly treat me exactlyas my aunt had done. On the other hand, from my mother's point of view Iwas in my 30's and unmarried with no girlfriend in sight. Perhaps thatraised some red flags for her that I could be gay and she wanted to. We followed the sound until we saw a clearing with a river flowing through it. Splashing about in the water were half a dozen teenagers around 18 years old. Four girls and two boys. They all had swimming costumes on and were having so much fun that they didn’t see us.We watched them for a minute or so before Jon decided that we should go for a swim as well. We got to the riverbank before they saw us. They stopped and starred at us. I don’t know if it was the surprise of seeing anyone there, or. ..” I bit my lip. “I don’t know, I just felt like I was about to make a decision that would change my life forever.”“By having sex with your futa-sister?” Ms. Tyrell asked, a slight tinge of skepticism in her voice.“Yeah,” I said, shifting. I felt suddenly defensive. “What’s so weird about that?”“For such a progressive girl that enjoys multiple partners...” Ms. Tyrell frowned. She cupped my chin, staring into my eyes.“What?” I asked her.“Nothing,” she said, shaking her head. “It’s really not my.