"She knew that I had been lying as she always did.With my lips quivering and my face going even redder I looked down atthe table and said,"No, I've do...ne it lots of times, I'm so sorry, I won't do it again Ipromise." They both looked at me, there was no anger in their eyes orvoices when Mum said, "Bobby tell me the truth, please don't lie to us.Do you want to be a girl?"I had just been hit by a ton of bricks, I just burst out crying, theyboth came over and hugged me, it seemed to last for hours. We kissed slowly I felt her tongue part my lips and work into my mouth, the sheet had fallen from her totally and she was nude from the waist up.We clutched at each other as the kiss progressed; it became more urgent, my hands roamed across her naked back she moaned as she worked my robe off.I could feel her breasts pressing against my chest; my penis throbbed as our kisses became engulfed with passion. My hands moved to her breasts involuntarily, driven by lust for my mother’s body, as I felt. At this thought, Tom began to toss andturn with worry. It would be a very fitful and restless night of sleep forTom. He had no idea that his nightmare was just truly beginning.Tom woke up several times due to his disturbing dreams; all of whichsurrounded his being in the control of Princess Dee. Tom was emotionallyvery confused; as though he considered them to be nightmares more thanpleasant dreams he found that he was with an erection every time he woke.Was he enjoying this? Surely not! Not. The long golden tresses tied up into bows and frills that had adorned her on stage had obviously been a wig; that style was clearly totally impractical unless, as Lady Bracknell had recommended, you employed an experienced French maid to run your boudoir.“Now, close your eyes. I’m going to touch your arms and your legs and I want you to tell me whereabouts you feel the pressure.”That test worked out fine, as did getting her to move her right hand and both feet on command, and then move her head.