. It didn't happen the next morning or the morning after that either. But somehow, it became a habit, and it continued right into Everett's teen years..., and even into adulthood. It was the night before his 25th birthday when his prayer finally got an answer. He had climbed into bed; half closed his eyes, and repeated the thought that had become almost automatic with him. "Please God, let me wake up a girl..." He supposed he should say "woman" now, but it had become an ingrained habit, a mantra.. For some reason, that didn't bother me as muchas it should have, probably Samantha's doing, I told myself as I paid thedriver and stepped out of the cab. The cool breeze against my thighs wasanother reminder that I was all woman, smoothing my skirt down, I walkedpast the security in front and through to the changing rooms in the backof the club. I got a lot of appreciative looks from customers on the way,which aroused me for some reason. The click of my heels on the floor wasanother reminder,. I was naked in my mother’s bed and my crotch was a mess of our dried cum. Thankfully it was NOT a dream. I finally smelled bacon and knew mom was cooking out normal Saturday breakfast. I walked out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. Mom was at the stove, wearing a tiny little robe and the barely covered her panty covered ass. “Good morning mom.”“Good morning bab…ROBBY! You’re naked! Go put some clothes on!”“But mom!!!”“CLOTHES! NOW!!”I started to walk back to me room to grab.