”“A situation like you?” the goat repeats. “What kind of situation are you in?”“Well duh, I screwed up a spell that merged me with my cat ...and this is what I got,” Penelope quickly explains, displaying her body to the goat.Well, I never expected you to admit you screwed up. The girl growls her retort.“I’m sorry, I don’t quite follow,” the goat says. “You seem to have me confused with some other goat round here.”“Are you Billy Gruff?” she asks.“Senior,” he answers. “The one and only. And who am I. All the men, and many women, jostled into a position where they could see Juggs and gawp at the tremendous load on her face."How's it going?" she asked, seemingly unaware of the commotion she was causing.I still didn't say a word. I just stared at her."What's the matter?" Juggs tried to keep a straight face, but she was breaking out into a grin. "Have I got something on my face?" She reached up and scraped a finger up the side of her cheek, collecting up about a teaspoon sized globule of sperm.. A distance of at least twenty feet separated the two doors from each other and except for the small hole in one of them, there was no other mark whatsoever on them.To Vincent who was familiar with doors on his world, and also judging by the rectangular cracks along their contour, it was evident that they were made to open somehow, either pivoting on hinges or sliding into the wall. But no hinges or knobs could be seen. They did try to push on each one of them and they also tried to slide them. So you never told me what you were going to do with all your free time this weekend," I said. It was a random comment that seemed out of place as I tried to continue our conversation, while attempting to hide the nervous quiver in my voice. I heard my phone bing again. I ignored it. Toben struggled to make eye contact; the temptation to openly stare at my exposed labia was far too great. There was no longer any residual doubt as to whether or not this was accidental. Having seen my panties.