Tears welled up in my eyes as Signe's wordsrang in my ears, but I managed to beat them back. Sheer willpowerkeeping them from spilling over to run dow... my cheeks."Hold up," I said, raising my hands. "Are you saying I'm permanentlystuck here? In this body?" That doesn't make any sense," Matthew said. "When I was shot by thedart, I was in her body." He pointed at me. "But I still managed toHop."She nodded. "It's likely that the drug was a fraction slower than yourabilities. If you were being. But like I said this is my first story and all feed back will be greatly appreciated. This is a true story. My mother in-law, Gloria, and I work your average 8am-4pm jobs. Our spouses work the late shift, which they don’t get home till around 9:30 –10:00. Since we live a few houses down the road from each other we usually eat dinner and watch TV and stuff like that to pass the time. Gloria is a 51 year old Hispanic woman, 5’6’’ 150 pounds very pretty face and a great body. Mom: I have cooked some egg and bacon for you, there is bread and orange juice on the table if you wish.Me: thanks mom, you look very good this morning, I don’t see you with this dress very often?Mom: My other dressing gowns are not cleaned yet so It is the only I have for now. I did not wear that for a long time. Do you like?Me: yes, it suits you well.I sat down at the table and did my best to hide my morning bone under the table. I was kind of weird because I think I saw mom looking at my. “Yes, but it's time for me to at least show some skin,” Melanie replied, rising from her seat.“Gentlemen, your attention please!” she cried.Having satisfactorily made herself the centre of attention she strolled to the middle of the room and began to dance to the rock music playing on the hi-fi. Pirouetting in a circle with her arms out to the sides, her short, black, pleated kilt flared out to the horizontal, revealing a black garter belt, seamed red silk stockings and no underwear. Perched on.