That is when I started telling my mom all about this other woman’s wonderful affair with her son. I was scared to say the least, I had a feeling tha...t she would not respond and I would have to come up to with a new plan, but no need to worry, sitting in front of my computer I hear a beep, and in my inbox was a new e-mail from my mom asking for more information on the affair, also she wanted to know how it went. I knew I had her hooked. I replied quickly, using snippets of stories I found online.. But most of the time he calls me Lizzie.’ Then she beamed. ‘What’s yours?’ ‘I’m Margaret,’ Mog reluctantly admitted, before uncharacteristically opening up. ‘People call me Mog, even when they ARE cross with me, which is most of the time.’ Lizzie grinned. ‘You lost your ski this morning. We saw it drop. My daddy’s name is Paul. He’s ever so clever. I have to go now. Cheerio.’ ‘Bye…’ Mog said, watching as the brat sped off effortlessly to catch up her classmates. As Mog stared forlornly at her. "It's been a week since you were flown in." Flwnyn? WhrrmY?" You're in Chicago, at Passavant Hospital." She could see I was starting to tire again. "Don't worry, you'll be okay. Just go back to sleep, and you'll feel better when you wake." I wanted to ask more questions, but almost before I knew it I was back in the land of blackness.***When I next awoke, I wasn't alone in the room. A different woman, wearing a long white coat, was standing by my side, making notes on a clipboard. When she saw. .. you can't do this..," Melinda said still in shock,she hasn't moved from the pod. I looked at her in annoyance."My name is Fred, Melinda. You're delusional. You can't be Fred. You areMelinda," I told her. I just thought of another way I could mess her upeven more! Melinda was still bawling her eyes out. I was going to switchher sexual orientation and sexual drive with that of a nymphomaniac.Soon she will have no control, she will desire to both have her own cockand also desire to have be.