" But Jim is our son, Jock!" Do you mean you have never thought of him? For fun?" That is not the point." Tell me truthfully. Have you ever looked at ...him with some naughty thoughts?" Well..." Yes, tell the truth." Yes, but I have immediately told myself that it was wrong. I have told myself that I shouldn't think of my own son like that." Who says, Peggy?" Society doesn't approve such relationship between mother and son, Jock." We are not talking about society, Peggy. We are talking about you. I flew in through the bedroom window. I was in my 6 inch tall fairybody, in my huge puffy gown and tiara I had altered my facial featuresas well. I didn't want to be recognised.I rested on the end of the bed. Lisa's bed. The girl I had wrongedmonths ago, before all the shit had hit the fan.I had a quick look into her memories. She had been a satyr during thechanged months. Poor girl. On top of me turning her into that morbidlyobese, ugly mass of fat just days before, she had then been turned. She was showing a little cleavage but less than on her prom night and there were a couple of thin straps over her shoulders. Her hair was over her shoulders and as she walked down the stairs, I could see that she only had a little bit of make-up on. Even with four-inch heels on, she was more than half a foot shorter than me. It did not help that, when she stepped up to kiss me, I felt like I was another foot taller. I was just so happy that the universe had given us a reason to talk more.We. After few days she came to collect cloths on terrace I helped her n asked her to give company for smoke; while smoking I was staring at her n told her she was hot than cigarette; she blushed she said she wanna taste that cigarette; I told next day. Next day I thought of touching her by teaching her how to smoke. She came n I told her ill lit d cigarette n give her while giving I came back of her and kept cigarette between her fingers and took it to her mouth. She was coughing den I kept hand on.