"I think something light with a hint of gold would go nicely with your hair." Bambi said. I nodded. Two minutes later I was lightly golden all over. No tan lines, no shadows, no creases. I also got rid of any moles I could find and smoothed out anything that looked like a blemish. After thinking about it, I decided to try to stop the growth of any hair that wasn't on my scalp.
"This is going to be fun," I said.
"Revlon is going to hate you." She giggled.
"Hunh? Oh! No makeup. If I want red lips, I can make my lips red. If I want rosy cheeks, long lashes, or eyeliner I can do it myself. And if can be as permanent as I want it to be. This is so neat!"
"Don't get carried away, OK? I know this seems like magic, but it's just you. Don't try to do too much, too soon or you will wear yourself out. Right now I bet you're very hungry, right?"
"Yeah, now that you mention it. I'm starved. Is it time for lunch yet?"
"See? It takes energy to do... what you do. If you go too far, you might get low blood sugar and pass out, so be careful. OK?"
"OK, Mom. I promise to take it easy." A smile lit up her face when I called her 'Mom'. She reached out, put her arms around me, and kissed my cheek.
"Honey, I'm so proud of you," she told me. "You can do things that very few people on Earth can do. But promise me that you will be discreet. If word gets out, you will be pestered by people who want to exploit you. If you want to live your own life, you will need to hide your abilities."
"I understand. I promise I won't show off or do anything to attract attention."
"Good. Now let's get some lunch. I hope you like chicken salad."
"Sounds great to me!" I said. I was starving. Gruel would have sounded great to me. We wrapped our towels around us and went down to the kitchen, where Bambi started making sandwiches.
"Why don't you see if the boys are ready for lunch?" she suggested. "Tell them if they don't want to eat now, they will be making their own later. That usually does it. I don't know if they are upstairs or down, but they are supposed to tell me if they leave the house."
I looked into the family room but it was empty, so I went upstairs to the boy's bedrooms to see if I could find them. I tried Jim's first since it was the first I came to. The door was slightly ajar, so I eased it open and stuck my head inside. The place was the mess I expected. There were clothes, schoolbooks, and piles of stuff everywhere. There was so much stuff piled on the bed that I did not notice at first that Jim was lying on it. He had his eyes tightly closed and his shorts down to his knees. His cock was in his fist and he was slowly stroking it up and down.
I was torn between being embarrassed at walking in on him while he was masturbating and being fascinated by it. I stood where I was for the moment and fascination quickly won out. I had never seen a boy masturbate before and the sight was awfully exciting. His hand went up and down, pulling the skin almost over the head on the upstroke and exposing it on the downstroke. It looked like he was doing it so hard that I thought it must hurt to be that rough. Although, from the way he moved his hips it must have felt pretty good to him. When he pulled down on his cock, the head bulged and turned purple. It looked like it would burst when he squeezed it. I remembered the brief taste I had of his cock and my mouth watered. I became acutely aware that I was only wearing a towel and that my body was beginning to react to the situation. I thought I should leave and give him some privacy, but I could not tear my eyes away from his cock. Several inches of it stuck out of his fist and it seemed to be getting even bigger as he stroked it. I remembered what Bambi told me about his father having a big cock and I wondered just how large Jim's would be when it stopped swelling.
Arousal and curiosity took over and rescinded my decision to leave. I took off my towel and stepped over to the side of the bed. Swinging my leg onto the bed, I straddled Jim's thighs so that I was sitting on his legs with his cock directly in front of my open pussy. When he felt my weight on him, his eyes snapped open and he let go of his cock.
"Hi there," I said. I stroked my hands up my sides and under my breasts. "Is this a private party or can anyone join in?" He looked at me goggle-eyed and did not say a word. I decided to take that as an invitation. I reached out and took hold of his cock and started to stroke it for him. I tried to match his grip and technique as much as I could, but my hand did not fit all the way around his shaft and I could not bring myself to be as rough as he had been with it.
"Oh, yes!" he said. "That's good. Oh, that feels great."