"What does this mean Randal?" I asked, curious despite my apprehension."You're now back in contact with it Bob. I've given you back thesensations of "...little bob."Confused I looked over at the mirror. God it was horrible. My owndistinguished, bearded, male head was sitting squarely on the neck andshoulders of my secretary's petite, womanly body. Stuck in therevealing tuxedo outfit that flattered Shannon's features quite nicely.I began to sense something at the end of my perception. I had. My wife will be worried” My voice breaks slightly as fear begins to set in ‘this crazy bitch clearly has no intention of letting me leave, and I’m still stuck on the others part as well, what others is she referring to? Does she mean she has done this before? How? She’s so small, probably the same way she got you, you fucking idiot’ I think before being pulled from my thoughts by her laugh“If you wanted to be at home with your wife you wouldn’t have looked at me or thought the things about me. .. What'sthis boy done to you? Should- should we call the police? Is this why you'rewearing boy's clothes?" No boy's done anything to me," I whisper. "It- I- I, um, it's be easier ifI just came out and said it, the reason why I've been so stressed, sodepressed..." Go on," Grandma whispers."I..." I say, holding back a wave of nausea as I try to force the words out.What if grandma doesn't understand? Worse yet, what if she calls my parents?As the millions of worries flow through my brain,. . We played cards for a couple of hours, laughing and joking. At some point I noticed Jack, who was sitting next to my wife, touching her thigh or arm occasionally and Anita reciprocating with signals of physical attraction. I excused myself for a minute to go to the bathroom.I wanted to see what would happen if I left my sexy wife alone with both guys…I went outside to the porch for a smoke and soon Mark joined me.We got involved in a deeper conversation about politics and we really lost track.