"Just a minute father!" Came Willow's melodious voice from the other side of the barn. In just a few moments, his slender frame stepped out from a stall followed by a stream of giggles from his last milking target. He strides over to Orval, steps light as air and with perfect poise before coming to a stop and smiling up at Orval. Willow was probably the most amazing child Orval currently had. With no magic involved he had developed the ideal girly boy figure, easily able to pass as both male and female with just a bit of care and a mirror. His kin heritage was obvious, but it accentuated his human parts perfectly... and who doesn't like tiger stripes?
"Good morning father! I hope all is going well for you! I decided to busy myself by hand milking some of the girls this morning. They do appreciate a tender touch."
"Good morning father! I hope all is going well for you! I decided to busy myself by hand milking some of the girls this morning. They do appreciate a tender touch."