I kept lying in the bed, and thinking about Ross. I got out of the bed, and went to my closet to settle my things in there, and pick out something co...mfortable to wear. Suddenly the door of my room opened, and Ross came in. I didn’t say a word, but just kept looking at him. He came near me, and before I could say something, he pushed me against the wall. “Ross, what are you doing? Leave me alone,” I said, as I felt his hand on my boobs. “Are you crazy? Someone would come in,” I said, trying to. Finally Cathy looked at me and winked and took John by the hand and pulled him toward the door.After we said our goodnights and they were gone I followed Jen up to our bedroom. I sensed that Jen didn’t want to get undressed in front of me. She tried to slip past me to go into the bathroom to change. I grabbed her and threw her down on the bed. I pulled up her skirt to reveal her soaking panties. I saw the terrified look on Jen’s face when she thought that I was going to ask her about her wet. I haven't taken a goodlook at my new body yet, so that photo shook me a bit. The girl in thepic was really cute, with not a bad body for her young age. That's whatmy mind first told me, and then it sank in that it really was me.How could I get back to normal? The prof said I couldn't risk alteringmore history by returning to 1984. As much as I want to try anyway, histheory makes too much sense. I'd have to literally find a way to causemy parents to have sex on a specific night at a specific. And i realise i will have to degrade myself for your pleasure that might be a start in making this up to you. With my goal in mind i start planning what to do, i walk back to our bedroom and inspect my closet already entrancing myself again in the role of mindless and obiedient slutwife that i will so have to fulfill when you get home tonight and see what i have done to your family heirloom. my mind comes back into focus, slutfocus, ive been a bad girl, so white is out of the question, i decide.