Shefluffed and fussed with his hair a bit longer, then checked the clockand said, "We need to go if we're going to make it to the restaurantin time."J...ohn stood and Marilyn guided him to the full length mirror on hercloset door. With his mother in reasonable heels and him in gel-flats,his forehead was at the height of her shoulder. He leaned his headback, resting it on her shoulder and he looked at the mother anddaughter reflected in the mirror. They seemed happy."Come on, baby," Marilyn put her. It had been scary as hell, but at leastit was over. But as I calmed down, I became aware that I felt strange... that my bodyfelt wrong. I opened my eyes and looked down at myself, letting out a loudgasp of shock and disbelief. "What the..." I gasped, grabbing at the two mounds which now pushed outfrom my chest. "I've got tits..." There was no doubt that this was exactlywhat they were. I jumped to my feet, staring down at myself even more and gasping in evenfurther surprise. It wasn't just the. My mind had to recap everything as I returned to writing my novel. This so distracted me that I had to give up on my homework well before supper. What was the loss, I consoled myself. The world might find it useful, but the delay in completing and publishing another alternate history on the Civil War wouldn't kill it.So, as I washed my hands and got ready to eat with my fiancée, I thought about what had happened earlier today. My sex slave had pulled a fast one, announcing that she now shared. " After stashing her coat away in a back corner of the basement, she decided to slide over to the bar for a few beers, taking the time en route to check out the ladies scene in the room. "Not exactly a stellar crowd in here," she thought to herself. "But maybe there are a few ladies I can bag with a special assist to good ol' fashioned ethanol." She was jarred out of her train of thought by the bar pressing square against her back. Turning around, she asked for a beer over the din, and had her.