.. and likely Russia.I headed home.There was a notice to report. So ... I did. I had to appear at my local doctor for a complete physical and passed ..... mostly. I was still listed as emotionally deficient. Then I had to appear at my local board.There were two military officers and a civilian on the local board. The subject of 'transferee' came up."How old are you?" asked the civilian."Which body?" Oh ... I like this one," said the Army Captain."I'm a transfer," I said. "This body just turned. "Ohhhh, Son, it feels sooooo good!" Trish groaned loudly. She licked her lips excitedly and moaned over and over as she felt her son's big prick filling her pussyhole with its hot, pulsing meat.Her cunt sank down farther on his rigid prick, until her pelvic bones crushed her pussylips against the base of his prick. His cock was inside her pussy to the hilt now, and she could feel it throbbing lewdly against her cunt walls."Oh, yeah, Mom, fuck me! It feels soooo hot!" Stu cried, tossing his head. She gasped, then grunted loudly and began to slowly lift up and down letting the three inches slide in and out, in and out. She was like a wasp stinging its prey with that movement. Yet, I had the stinger. The whole inverted scene spun crazily in my head.She shifted to a gyrating motion with her hips. I could see the hood and her clit even further engorged. She shifted one hand off the ground and moved it to her pussy, masturbating herself.With one final push downward, she engulfed my full nine. .. you name it, she probably needed to under a brain doc's care for it, along with a heavy dose of lithium, and other proper mind candy. Listening to her constant psychotic rants just made me want to shove my hands through the Internet to reach out and give her a hard shake by the neck.Our plans to give her medications that new extra added push was starting to look they would end up giving her more of a shove, instead. Already her drug abused sense of paranoia was tuned up to at least a nine on.