I was relieved.“Your sister called, she wants to know if you're coming to visit soon.”My twin sister had opted to go to military school in lieu of...my mother sending her to fat camp.“I don't want to go see her, I call her back later.”“Why didn't your brother come over to watch you?”“Because I hate him, and he doesn't drive”My brother and I never really got along, my mom always took special care of him and made sure no one ever hurt his feelings. Mommy's boy to a t. “You don't hate him.”“Yes I. I liked it. Tell me, did you feelanything new or weird yesterday?" I went shopping," she answers enthusiastically. "I went shopping forwho I thought was my boyfriend. Hm, not anymore. I was going to buy hima nice, sexy pair of boxers so I can stroke him while we watch tv." Hervoice is dripping with sexuality and sarcasm mixed with a touch ofmalice. "So, I went to that sexy underwear store in the mall and boughtyou this," her hands reach under the table to pull out a skimpy, thinstringed,. We had a large glass shower stall with a bench inside. The glass was steamed, but I could still make out the shape of my sexy, slender yet voluptuous girlfriend, her long black hair loose, wet, and hanging down between her shapely buttocks. With practised vigilance, I quietly entered the stall and came up behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist, my breasts flattening against her back. Kali’s song abruptly stopped, but she sighed, relaxed, back into my embrace.‘Hi, Momma,’ she purred as my. Her otherhand continued to hold my chin as she stared at my made-upface. Very briefly, she brought her face close to mine, andtouched her lips to mine. It wasn't really a kiss, but abrushing of our lips. I could feel myself melting into her,becoming her. My eye shadow, the same shade as hers,blended into her. My lipstick, also in her shade, began toblur into hers. Her way of owning me was to re-create me inher image. My hair, dyed the same auburn color and done inher razor-cut shag style,.