Chuck was ready to strike her, but he read her eyes. They weren't afraid. His mother trembled like kitten before a dog, but her eyes were almost smold...ering. Chuck popped the button off his jeans and tore down his zipper. He wasn't wearing undershorts. His cock leapt out nearly full of blood. "Take off that dress."Dorothy had awakened that morning to a haze of emotions. Her terrible fears of her son were vaporized and wafted around her as she attended the day's chores. She could still feel it,. Kelli and Tammy then took me into their bathroom to do myhair and makeup. Since my hair was close to shoulder length, they wereable to straighten it, curl it and style it into a modified Bobhairstyle. The makeup seemed to take forever, but when it was done, Iwas astonished at how feminine I looked.I never would have dreamed I would look this good. The girls helped meinto the skirt and blouse - both fit like they were made for me.Finally, some light colored hose and a pair of cute platform. As every breath and move reminded me of the realityof my form, no longer did anything seem impossible.Bathroom, kitchen, spare room and lounge: this was my new world, borderedby thin walls and cheap flooring, and filled with used or inexpensivefurniture. In a daze I fell back on sofa. Tall vertical blinds, peach-coloured but greying at the edges, swayed with the wind reluctantlyadmitted by the open patio doors behind. A narrow balconette looked outacross the city. A short coffee table filled. "What don't we have to endure to satisfy our curiosity," she managed to say after a while. "Oh. I'm naked! Where are you? I can't see you." I'm here," I said and took a step in the direction from which her voice had come. When she also stepped toward me at the same time, we bumped into each other a little too hard, causing us both to moan a little."We have to be more careful, or we will knock ourselves unconscious, or how do you say it? I mean if I knock myself unconscious then I do it to.