If she would even notice any, of course. Stupid potion.She sat down in front of her computer and pulled up the hottest guys she could think of. Her ce...lebrity crushes were definitely still crushes, but she felt none of the irresistible urge to masturbate that had taken hold of her earlier. That must’ve just been a side effect during the change she thought, relieved. All in all, she seemed to be in pretty good shape, considering that she’d just accidentally dosed herself with a bimbo potion. Her. Had I simply pissed myself? I lifted the crotch of the trousers to my nose, slightly ashamed of myself and sniffed but it wasn’t piss, it was me, my erotic emissions. I went through to my bedroom, put the trousers in my laundry basket, slipped off the camisole and went into the shower. I washed myself again, everywhere; my hair, my body, my hands and feet and my cunt and arse as if I could wash away the mystery, the different, the fear.I pulled on a long, red nighty and slipped between the. It was dark in the barn and smelled really good. Me in just my skimpy housedress and feeling very sexy with my thoughts of the previous day…I had cock on my mind and recalling the taste of goat cum and granddad cum made me lick my lips. I wondered what Dad’s cum tasted like. Would I find out some day? In the meantime, Granddad and animals would have to do. What would Mom say if I asked to suck Dad? And what would Dad say? In the meantime I was in the barn in an expectant aroused. Just as I was about to unlock the door a beautiful young woman appeared on the other side coming out. She was drop dead gorgeous. A black haired, black eyed beauty with a smile that lit my heart. Her lithe, well endowed frame was covered only by an ultra short thin cotton sleeveless shift. Elastic held it above her breasts but did nothing to conceal her bountiful bosom. “Are you finished with your walk already?” She asked as she pushed open the door. I held the door open for her and.