Your mother 73/59/82, was given an accounting offer and the blue pill. Your father 66/81/92, was given a policing offer and the blue pill.As you finis...h your breakfast, butterflies fill your stomach and your palms are sweaty. It's a frightening moment your parents tell you. But most of the work is done, only the physical examination remains. Your mother tells you they will scan your body and grade out it's genome and physical attributes. Your mother carries the T102 mutation; AKA the Armageddon. ‘That’s hard to imagine,’ Heather said, ‘stepping in to a whole new life. I suppose you’ve got everything you’ll need, like clothes, a car, an income.’ ‘The clothes I found in my wardrobe were just about as tame as my model’s portfolio, except for the wild lingerie that was hidden in the back of her bottom dresser drawer. As far as an income, I’ll have to wait and see about that. I don’t remember a thing about modeling. I hope the agency takes me back.’ ‘If you’re willing to get naked in front. There was no need for college for her, she was smart, very smart, but higher learning was not in her future plans, at least not the higher learning in the academic sense. He made her work in a fast food joint to reinforce her place in the world, the bottom of society, to emphasize her inferiority to those who used to be her equals, those she even considered her inferiors.Inferior was the last thing she thought of them now, all of them. Her own ongoing transformation had started to alter her. "You can put your hands inside my shorts if you want," Traci said to me. I realized that didn't break our rule, so I didn't hesitate to get my hands on those hot legs. I gently rubbed my hands up her legs, quickly under her shorts. I squeezed her hot smooth thighs first on the back just under her ass, then I moved my hands around and squeezed her sexy inner thighs right below her pussy. Whenever I looked up at her face she was always looking down at me with a confident gaze in her eyes that.