" What do you mean?" asked Dean."We switch places starting right now." I explained further."We can't do it at work or school but we can do it here ath...ome. When we are home my name is Helen and I am your mom.Helen, you are Richard and you are dad and so forth." Brilliant idea, it will give us all practice being theother person." Dean commented.So that is how it went for the next two weeks. As soon as Iwalked in the door till I left the next morning I wasHelen. With all the duties and. I could feel the back of my dress riding up over my butt and nearly to my waist. I pretended to be having difficulty with the hand brake and stayed like that for what seemed like 10 minutes, but in reality it was probably only a few seconds.I heard the wolf-whistle again and remembered that the mechanic in the pit was right behind me as well. That was at least two of them that were getting a great view of my ass and pussy. The juices were flowing again. When I stood up, my mechanic had a big. She washolding something, not a torch though. It was, perhaps, a wand, and there was the slightest impression of wings, but they were almost entirely worn away.He scratched his arm again. The warmth had spread to hisshoulder, to his neck, was unkinking a bothersome muscle. One cheek was growing hot. He touched it. By this time in the evening there was usually some stubble.Then he saw his arm.It was thin and hairless. It was the arm of a pre-pubescentteenager, not a grown man. He gasped, dropped. "I'm not about to let one of those grabby-handed boys get their hands in my panties! Mom says I'm a good girl and I intend to stay good until I fall in love with a special guy or get married."I forced a smile and then said something I didn't really mean, "Good for you Debbie. You ought to stay virginal and innocent until the right man comes along. Listen girl, why don't you call me by my first name? Friends and Girl Scouts can call me Jason." Okay, I will," Debbie eagerly replied. "For some.