As the final step, I put on my wig and 5" strappy, black heels. I looked in the mirror and was somewhat aghast at the woman I had become. I liked the ...ay I looked and hoped that the right man would too. It was only then that I realized that I had forgotten something special. Two days before, I had been in an adult shop and spotted a pair of handcuff earrings. I thought it would be awkward to bring the subject of bondage up with a man and felt that these might be the perfect way for him to bring. I like suits. They turn me on.I’ve always thought there’s something odd about him. Something on the way he treats women; it isn’t the normal amount of respect. He gets really nervous when a woman walks in the room, but I didn’t pay much attention to that till that day. Silly me, how could I not realize how much he needed to give me the world in return for me letting him worship me?“Are you cold, Adam?” I asked him, smiling at him. We’ve been sitting in the kitchen for about five minutes, and he. If my friends could know about this they'd be kicking themselves with jealousy. My cock then started to get stiff thinking about this as I heard mom humming to herself in the kitchen.Within a couple of hours I needed to use the toilet and called to mom who was by then in the front room with me watching TV."Mom, I need the loo!" I said as mom turned around and got off her chair."Ok, just let me get you up and then we can go."Carefully getting me off the sofa, mom stood behind me and put her. ”“Roger that, hot stuff, poking that portal hole very soon,” I replied.The smog came. A haze lingered over the town. That was unusual. Was it a psychosomatic purge? A government experiment gone wrong. I mean a secret agency operation of the clandestine federal government. Not the political side of things. Most politicians are not that intelligent, just the intelligence community is very intelligent. From my experience in that world, this did not have those indicators. And, my old pal the Rook.