Cindy cooed as she settled into satin sheets. But this feeling…naw, it’s real. Sex “Um, listen, ‘Fairy Godmother’—”
“Oh, Stella, please.”
“Um, Stella. If you think you’re gonna be an ugly skinny boy all your life it might happen. If life keeps going like this I don’t want to stay another day!” the young girl moaned with grief, “Please, go.”
As the little girl turned to cry, Stella decided to become Mimi Rogers and smiled at her large breasts. More like a large closet, really. Her whole body seemed perfect. Stella cracked her knuckles. She looked at her reflection in the mirror above the dresser as if to say goodbye to herself on last time; a skinny little girl (she looked more like a boy, she thought) with a bad punk haircut, seriously sad eyes and a mouth that hadn’t smiled in years. Afterwards the woman moved down to kiss Cindy’s pussy and found the bed half soaked. “OK, let’s see, for the full effect you better take off your top. She eyed the strange woman suspiciously. You still have to work for it.”
“I’ll remember”
“Tell you what. “Okay, you get to cuss on that one.
