Baby Boomera!

In a flash of smoke, your human form is gone and you are now a little joey! "Turn me back NOW!" you demand. "Oh all right then, I will ...", replies the ghost, "for a small price of say, $5,000,000!" Then he fades away, laughing. "Well I guess you've REALLY got to win that contest, Boomera" you sigh. You try to take a step, and trip over your 'roo feet! "Here" says Boomera, bending down. "Climb into my pouch" Wriggling inside, you feel snug and comfy, and Boomera seems to enjoy the feeling too.

Written by an anonymous author (edited by wanderer)

She really enjoys it . . . !

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