.. it was gone. In its place was a delicate slit. I continued to look into the mirror, in complete shock. I noticed my laptop on the bed and ran ba...k to it, noticing that I had to climb a bit to get into bed... Was I shorter too?I opened my laptop and saw that I had watched the rest of the attachments. I started reviewing the questionnaire, gasping at my answers. I had the admitted to the deepest, darkest fantasies, and all of the things that I had never told anyone. Hundreds of questions. I was going to hold her to the other bet.This took a couple of weeks…twice Lisa bailed at the turning point.Both times she used the helpless female clothing malfunction in an attempt to seduce her son. Both times it became an awkward moment.I found it hilarious but like the fact she filmed the aborted attempts.The third time was a charm…she used me as an excuse. She told him that she had heard he and I did an immoral act.He tried to deflect and she confronted him for trying to lie.He confessed.. "These too," Eric added, as Tommy's coppery redhead femme reaching undertheir bed to pull out 'her' shoebox.Bringing out this romantic gift of female footwear, taking thisfashionable pair of black leather, multi-strap sandals from out of thebox with tissue paper."What are you wearing the new shoes with?" Ponytail blondie wonderedaloud."My jean mini-skirt, made from the same blue jeans I wore when Tommykissed me for the very first time." "Cool."A portrait of the Fag-Hag from decades ago smiled. As the monster beat my poor Charles, and he raped my poor Charles, as he hung my poor Charles, Charles became my savior, my brave wonderful Charles, who died for my freedom and the end of my pain and torture."By this time the monster had my broken hip, and the monster had cut my face. But I refused to submit. He went out after killing my brave wonderful Charles and I cut myself free. I kissed my dead Charles and told him I would never forget him and I would avenge his death. But you prevented.