It wasalmost impossible to see any of the girls enjoying what they were doing.99.999% of the time, he said, the "girls" were sexually frustrated,uncom...fortable, pleading in their minds for release, and had the constantfeeling of being permanently trapped and stuck in a bimbo's body.Permanently? Yes, that's right. Even if the "girls" live to be 1000years old, they will still look like living Barbie dolls. In fact, dueto the underground technology that Dr. Small had at his disposal, therewere. Maureen just couldn't face up to fact that the girls' and myself would put two and two together regarding her affair with Norman Coolidge. Having explained the situation to the shrinks, I was advised to leave that to them for the time being.Regretfully, during those couple of days Maureen was in hospital, I worked out that her sister Annie must have known about her and Coolidge's, little fling. Moreover, I'll add that I suspected that Annie might have even encouraged it. She definitely helped. 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 time to makeme what I'd been before. The impossibility of it all was a big letdown.Am I stuck as Amy? It appears that is the case.As I was thinking all this through, the phone rang. It was the MiddleSchool asking about my absence. Having been in college for two years,I'd forgotten that public schools check up on absentees. I simply. Dad was right. You are The Queen of cocksuckers." The guilt set in immediately. Rose had just swallowed her son's ejaculate for the second time of the evening. She had FUCKED her own son. Rose arose from Brad's bed and ran to her own bedroom. She locked the door behind her, worried that Brad would follow her for more incestuous sex.She cried herself to sleep, not just because she had had sex with her son but because she had enjoyed it so much. Her first fuck in over a year had caused her cunt.