She was naked, too—by choice. Adult women generally wore clothing to display their status. Mother Regina had volunteered for 100 standard years of n...dity in order to guide me back to manhood. "You are not on trial. Some of your questioners are going to attempt to discredit you. Just tell the truth." Yes, mum," I replied. "I shall tell the truth. I shall do my best." Here," Mother Regina knelt because of our differences in height. She guided my mouth to one of her nipples, sighed when I sucked.. It was part of her master's thesis. She also said thevitamins were really female hormones. I freaked."You conniving little bitch," I screamed. Stamping my foot in anger."You're the reason I've lost 30 pounds, have little boobs and bubblebutt?" Yes," she answered, "and why you find it so hard having an erection,and why you're less and less attracted to women."I tried to take a step toward her, but my feet seemed glued to thefloor."Oh and why you can't raise a hand against me. I am your. She was not persuaded. I never gave up. It would be only a matter of time.Although I had never been home during my parents' "adult" parties, my mom suggested I stay home and join the party at the start of my senior year. After all, she reasoned, I was almost eighteen and an adult. My older sisters were college age, so they had participated with my parents' friends for a couple of years. So, there I was at my parents' "adult" party for the first time. It was exciting but a little. They were rarely watched. The house sat at the edge of the wooded section looking out through a few trees over the fields of our land and that of our nearest neighbor. If no outside lights were on, it was difficult to see at night and nothing showed at all from the road. As best as we could be, we were hidden and would watch and hope.When I rose in the morning, I turned on the radio in the kitchen and started coffee. Charlie came down yawning. "Up early as usual, Dad?" Yes, I guess I always.