I was busy with a few things. Nonetheless, I thank you for all your valuable feedback on my previous stories. I’m gratified knowing that you all enj...yed it even more so for taking your time and sending appreciation emails.Before we start, let me remind everyone that this story is a real-life experience of one of my old readers, Anusha. I am writing it down for her.“It felt so good. I closed my eyes and started imagining my future husband/bf while my cousin, touching my body. For a second, I. It drove her crazy, Chris. She cut her wrists. We took her to professionals and she wouldn’t cooperate. We can’t help her if she doesn’t want help, they told us. We tried committing her, but she wasn’t delusional ... she wasn’t a threat to herself or others.”“What about slashing her wrists?”“The shrinks determined it was more a plea for help than true suicidal ideation. They couldn’t hold her, so they let her go. Our folks bought that bungalow for her, figuring a place of her own would help her. Michelle smiled to herself; If she hadn't already spent a couple of days as Michelle, she knew _she'd_ be doing the same. Eventually, the guys would start calling each other Pam and Linda and Gina - and calling her Michelle instead of Mike. Michelle also noted that the gals were doing the same nervous actions that she'd done on her first change. Pam, with the longest hair, was constantly fighting to keep it from blowing in her face. While Gina's hair was short enough to keep out of her. At the very least you’re alright and that’s all that matters.”Slumping back down on the grated floor, Susan moaned and rolled to her side, feeling exhausted. “Lets just get back home, I think I’ve had enough space for one day.”*Hours later, the Fantastic Four returned to Earth and parked the space vessel in the upper bay of the Baxter building, Susan for her part had slept the entire trip back to Earth, feeling to tired to even react to the rocky re-entry back to the overcast skies of New York..