All characters in this story are the creation of the author, and anyresemblance to real persons, alive or dead, are purely coincidental.This story may...contain aspects of fantastic science or magic. Theparameters of what this science/magic can accomplish are completely at thediscretion of me, the author, and, as such, I make no apologies for anyrules of "real" physics, chemistry, biology, or magic that may be brokenwithin the story.-------------------------Now onto the fun. Then she did a subtle 'no make-up make-up'- thin foundation, a little eye liner and natural colour lip gloss.She had stretched a nylon mesh cap over my short haircut, and wasselecting a plain, long brunette wig, when Vera returned with a wheeliesuitcase. It contained my schoolgirl costume. Despite myembarrassment, by now I was as curious as they were to see how I wouldturn out. I found myself cooperating with no further resistance.Sharon finished brushing my wig, pulled it on me over the. (Though it does explain how a lot of religions and cults survive.) Her next statement was a perfect example of this.Her dress on the floor, she took quick glance at the door while she shed the lingerie and moved back to my bed. She had a mischievous grin and said, "I don't usually do it this way, but you are awfully cute and after what you did for your sister, (apparently my sister had been regaling the hospital staff with the story of how heroically her big brother had come to her defense) I. I wondered if he was asking to see me naked or asking to be shown how to copulate. I had an intense desire to do both. I asked, Are you saying that you want to have sex with me? The moment I asked the question I was sure by the expression on his face that I had misinterpreted his intent. Dont make fun of me because I want to have sex you mom, he said as tears came to his eyes. I have always been a sucker for his tears. I wrapped him in my arms and gave him a motherly hug. As I felt him snuggle.