.." I feel fine," I told her, "just sort of itchy." Feeling fine or not," she responded in a firm tone, "I'm getting yousome chicken soup." But that's... just an old wives tale," I pointed out. "Chicken soupdoesn't magically cure anything."Mom just smiled at that and told me, "Perhaps, but it certainly can'thurt either."Once mom was gone, I looked at the general chat on my game and sighed.It looked like the argument had finally died down and I'd been toodistracted with my mom there to keep it. A child far below could gaze as the shape shift takes place. All wide eyed wonder would be played out on their face. I would drink the sweet nectar the pretty meadow flowers offer. Just to decide which brilliant one to choose from would be a chore in itself. A bright sun yellow daffodil would open its petals and welcome me to taste. But then there is the radiant blue violet crying for my attention, the dark petals dancing in the breeze hypnotizing me to take landing. I wouldn’t give in though.. You will remember it and you will buy me presents. I also insist on cake. I will remind you daily starting two weeks prior to that date. Do I make myself clear?”Smiling, Oscar turned to Georgia and asked, “Did she say it was the Fourth of July?”“I thought she said Labor Day.”“Oh! You two are impossible!” screamed Debbie. She couldn’t believe that the two of them had been together for two years and hadn’t celebrated their birthdays. “What day did you two become a couple?”“Huh?” asked Oscar. He. As she stepped out of her car a public bus pulled up next to her and the doors opened she got on and when the doors closed she saw that she had made a mistake. The bus was filled with sixteen year old males. A couple of them stood up and dragged her to the center of the bus where a bed had been bolted down. She was quickly stripped and fastened to it. She whimpered and began to sob as she saw thirty young male cocks pointed at her at the ready. Alyssa moaned as the first cock entered her wet.