I didnt even hear the door close, and then he came into the main living room to find me watching TV in platform black heels, suspenders & black stocki...gs, a little black dress and a brunette wig. I had also painted my nails red and had the brightest rouge lipstick on. He immediately shouted "what the fuck is going on here". I had no choice but to say what they say only in a comic book strip, "its not what it looks like" looking back now, what the hell else did it look like? Jimmy proceeds to. I'll do what I am told." I am very cross with you and will punish you so you won't do it again," I said with a mock stern voice "Now put out my clothes and then put on your new outfit."With a smirk she folded back the bedspread and beside her outfit was what she wanted me to wear - wow!Laid out was the outfit I had bought a while ago and only worn that once, consisting of some black latex panties which were rather like babies plastic pants but many times more sexy. There was a matching basque. The remaining half were on a spectrum of barely viable, to the rare previral sperm count. At sixteen, all male teenagers undergo testing to determine their ability to produce children. Based on that score, they are given a ranking. Created as a means to help keep track of viable men, the ranking system evolved to determine many men’s life choices.Society had undergone drastic changes after the virus decimated much of the population. Even after the population numbers recovered, sex ratios. God, how lame do you think I am? But the fact is, I knew she wasn’t supes happy, and I think I’d worked out why.She was lonely.Now, this isn’t Clueless - I wasn’t about to go around setting up every middle-aged sad-sack I knew. But it was my mother, and so I couldn’t help but wonder if there was anything I could do to help.I was literally in the middle of asking myself exactly that when Mom spoke up, and ... I mean, it was almost weird. Like she could read my mind or something.“Tiff,” she said.