It has been a couple of hours since Anna put on the crown, and I am certain that it has gathered enough information about her behavior and emotions to determine how it will act on her.
I watch it closely as I am behind curious about what will happen.
I ask the person who is in charge of the music to pause it as I would like to hold a toast.
I toast in the honor of my daughter, of her being an adult futanari, and how proud I am that she has passed the traditional ceremony with congrats.
Everyone applause and clink their champagne glasses.
I get close to Anna and ask her how she is feeling and she replies that she was feeling wonderful until a minute ago when she started feeling weird.
"- That must be the crown, my dear.
What do you mean mom, what does the crown have to do with how I
