Brett and I became closer friends. As I was a clever if not always bright child sneaking out of my house had become something of a game by the time I ...was a senior. The other neighborhoods kids and I were always find some new mischief after the adults were asleep. When I explained this to Brett, he thought it would be a great idea for him to have a sleep over at my house. Shortly after 11pm, we quietly exited my 1st story window. Rolled my old Ford Pickup down the driveway and about half a. Well, when I realized what hadhappened, I was pretty shocked at first, but I think I quickly decided Ihad to adapt, or maybe my mind needed a little time to catch up to mynew body. Sure, I had to do a lot of adapting; the way I thought, felt,and acted; what I wore. It still only takes me seconds to dress when Ineed to change in a hurry, but it does take a little longer to put on mybra, panties, saddle shoes, socks, half-slip, blouse or sweater, skirt,and lipstick than it did to put on Clark's. ”The next day my sister flounced into the house in a pissy mood. “Mom! Where are you?”Our mother called back, “Doing laundry, why are you shouting?”Holly was raging “Because Chad and Rich won’t go with me to Sharon’s party! That motherfucker put out the word that nobody should go to the party with me! I don’t have a goddamn date and I can’t go alone! Assholes! All of them!“The house was quiet for a few moments, my sister was taking off her coat when mom came into the room “Please control your. . even though we could hear the moaning of the people inside. We weren't here to save anyone, but to fill our pockets. That greed is what stopped us from noticing the pink mist that spread the further down we went.Finally, as we entered a grand chamber that seemed to separate the lower floors from the upper ones we stopped dead in our tracks.Loreline, in all her glory, stood before us."Welcome slaves. Or should I say future slaves? Fufufufu~" She said with a chuckle as we basked in her beauty..