I was plagued by images in my head; images of what I had done last Saturday, and what I would do if I were a woman again. I was distracted, and almost... terminally horny. On Monday, I managed to get through the day and drive home before jacking off, again to images of huge cocks fucking my very female body. On Tuesday I couldn't wait, and I ducked into the men's room at lunch.Sarah was as distracted as I was, and as quiet around the apartment. We made small talk with each other, but neither one. I was a young man, goingout into the world for the first time, anxious to prove myself and get adegree.I had a tiny basement suite near the campus, with a bed, a table, a smallkitchen, and maybe just enough room to take a deep breath in, if you werecareful.It was still early in the school year when the first change hit.One day, I went into my dresser for some underwear, and all I could findwas ...Panties.Women's panties.Now, if I lived in a frat house or a dorm room on campus, I would. “What do you mean?” I said being just a little confused.“I made sure that I got some underwear you found sexy after I had arranged for the dating agency to match us up” mom said.“mom….are you saying….”“Yes son you are my perfect date, I have been trying to get you to notice me and realise how good we are together and I thought this was the only way”Then it was all clear - Mom had reverted to her maiden name after her divorce so the dating agency would have no reason to think we were related. So does my proposal sound good to you?” I whispered in her ear, softly holding her to me. She nodded her head. “I really want to live as you see me. So, I will be yours, if you really want me.” I turned her around and kissed her. “I would love to show you, how much you mean to me.” That rush to be intimate was somewhat subdued; we just stood in each other’s arms. “Follow me to bed. I want to be with you tonight.” she purred. I did even better; I picked her up and carried her to bed. I had.