I extracted it from its resting place and closed the car. Curious, I opened the driver's door and looked at the odometer. I had a flicker of doubt for...just a moment, but then I smelled that new car smell. The car registered 1,846.3 miles. I was certain that was true, but how? I carefully closed the door, and hefted the trunk. I had to struggle a bit because it was awkward, but I managed. I placed it in her room and returned to report. I handed her the keys and commented on how nice the car was.. We had been careful not to hold hands or even kiss in public up to now. I was surprised when I walked her to our cars she pulled me close and kissed me. It was a passionate kiss that seemed to last long, but not long enough to be suspicious to others that might have seen it. I was a nervous wreck the rest of the day thinking about what was going to happen. Now my sex life with my wife was pretty much nonexistent so doing it with Betty really got me worked up. I had mixed emotions but. Since we were not really prepared for thissituation there wasn't a suitcase at hand, I put some usable clothes in athin plastic bag from a supermarket. Susie arrived with her daughter Meg,Susie was a lot younger than my mom, thin, always pretty, always wearingmakeup. Meg was probably five years younger than me. I liked them both,they were always very feminine and nice to me.After a few exchanges of information between the adults, my mom kissed megood bye. She told me she was going to be calling. "Let's get you into your birthday dress," Jennifersaid, holding out the special creation. "Can't that wait?" Iasked petulantly. I had noted over the last several months thateven as Daniel I was becoming increasingly girlish--my voice washigher, softer my gestures and walk more feminine. This "personaseepage," as I had come to think of it, had seemingly begun theevening Jennifer imposed a second set of posthypnotic commandsupon me. I was now compelled to wear feminine undergarments and alight.