I couldn't control it. I couldn't tell whether it was some newfound fetish I was developing. My pussy was on fire! Or was it Wanda'sbody controlling m... more, and forcing me to be aroused at what Wanda'sfetishes were. Or something in between? Or maybe I just wanted to jumpmy former male body, in full erection, given how much pleasure it hadjust given me? Confusion!!!One thing I wasn't confused about. My former male body's flexibility wasawesome. It was something I had worked on for years. But. So i left and took a cab and asked him to take me to a nice hotel near the airport. I cancelled my ticket in d cab and reached a hotel. And texted Ananya ” Hey babe, m leaving now, take care”. I got an instant reply as if she was waiting for my msz “u take care too, see u soon”.I reached a hotel and checked into a room. I messaged Ananya after 7:30 saying that i missed my flight. She replied “yaaayyy, so where r u now?” I said “in a hotel near the airport, don’t tell anyone. Come to the hotel. I wouldn’t mention that the Sullivans had already spent three hours on the Weekly Planner. Were still working on a copy of the external drive. And that I’d instructed them to keep digging. Deeper and deeper.It wasn’t that I wanted to show up Team Allen. Although that wouldn’t break my heart. But the Sullivans were a known quantity. Sneaky. And would use methods that LA probably wouldn’t.It had felt good to be out there. In the field doing something. Maybe not accomplishing anything, but doing. It involves mother and the washing machine in the basement.Having just completed my workout, I wrapped a towel around my neck and started toward the stairs when I saw some movement through the open doorway to the laundry room. I suspect this was another of her tests - that she planned this to perfection.The washing machine was on the spin cycle and as many of you realize, the metal box was vibrating rapidly on its feet. There, standing facing it, was my mother, pressing her denim covered crotch.