“Oh, my fucking GOD,” I mumbled to myself, and after having said that, I grabbed my throat with my hands. I contemplated the situation: not only had I somehow become a girl, but the world around me had changed. Indian porn Also, my pussy had a thick, white liquid running from the hole down toward my ass. When I got home, Mom was standing in the kitchen. Bewildered by my predicament, I stood frozen for a few moments. Her face was tired, but it was smooth, flawless, and adorable. I wiggled the finger around, and it felt good. I must’ve sat on the bed for twenty minutes feeling my body before Mom knocked on the door. Immediately, the nice tingling feeling in my crotch began to expand. “Fell alright now?” she asked. I was unsure what I agreed to. I ran back up to my room and looked around, but I saw no shoes. “What’s wrong?”
I replied, “I just don’t feel good.”
“Oh,” she mumbled. I was unsure what I agreed to. “Mom,” I shouted. I touched the wet spot, and it wasn’t like pee; it was gooey and slimy.
