You found the half can of lemonade you left on last night's dinner. A quick gulp freshens you up and you are much more awake. You start to feel cold a... you realize you have left the warmth of your blanket and your sweater in the bedroom. You shiver a bit, feeling the need to pee. "Ahh..." you moaned a little as you fill the toilet bowl with your body's liquid waste.As you wash your hand, you see yourself on the mirror and smile at yourself recalling your discovery of the ability to turn. .You know, probably it'll turn out to be a boring, ordinary party...ordinary people. I reckon what I've been told about Khanna is a load of crap, that guy who told me...he was just trying to make me nervous" Pooja leaned forward and kissed my cheek, "You've been good to me Rahul, you have not judged me on how I've lived my life, of course I'd do it for you, you just wait, whatever happens I'll make sure Khanna knows how good a guy you are and if there's a promotion going I'll try my best to. Or I could approach her and try to make the best of potentially disastrous situation. Dressed as she was it appeared apparent that she was of the same orientation as myself, and as unhinged as I now felt perhaps we could find some connection and understanding through that. I made my way over to her. ?Good evening Miss Kelly.? I always addressed those subordinate to me at work formally. It might have made me seem aloof to some but I always considered it as my sign of respect. . She responded by pressing herself on me. Slowly she lifted her head-up.“You do Prakash, you make me feel so good baby” her eyes watered “I have never felt happier”“Me too Amma” I choked rubbing the tear drop away from her cheeks. My eyes were drawn to her cleavage as the upper sides of her bosom were so clearly visible now. She was not wearing a bra!!!.“Oh Son” she cried and pulled me down to her bosom. And I buried my face there, in her cleavage breathing in her smell. I planted a soft kiss.