.. she pounced ... a mouse. A quick shake to break it's back and she presented the paralyzed rodent to her fascinated offspring. It has been said that...house-cats learn to hunt from their mothers and she was teaching 'fending for your self'. Not that Piper was a house-cat. Well ... she was ... but not. She was the eighth generation in captivity. And that's not right and I don't think I can explain. The experimentation done on her mother had changed her. Genetic engineering was in it's infancy. Some lights were turned on, making it possible to see detail without the place looking like a nighttime football game.Doug appeared, naked, and with what turned out to be three sleeping bags that he’d unzipped and laid out on the ground atop each other, creating a kind of outdoor bed. He mooned us intentionally and even gave us a little wave before going back in the house.We had opened the window to see whether we’d hear anything. I heard some soft dreamy music start up at low volume, and then. "'Yet?' There was that word again, but I knew now what I was and what Iwanted so it didn't bother me as much.I went into the kitchen, walking for the first time in high heels. I knewthese were just starter shoes on my road to femininity and there would bemore changes coming but I didn't know how far she planned to take me. Myhips seemed to roll as I walked on their own without any special efforton my part. Making myself a drink I went into the living room to wait forJane. Sitting down, I was. I shift awkwardly on the milker and panic sets in. What will she do if she sees me like this? The thought of her cheating had never entered my mind until now, and here I was, dressed like a girl, freshly milked by her mother and impaled on my stool. I’ve never felt so humiliated, so weak. I knew she wanted to cuckold me, but not like this. I think of Julie, and her gentle hands. At this moment, I wanted to run to my new mummy and sob my heartbreak into her lap.My fiancée walks up the stairs and.