If I had ever had a chance it was now.I pushed open the door, my heart beating out of my chest with nervousness and excitement. I could feel my hands ...haking, as I walked toward her. Her eyes were closed as she was obviously fantasizing sexual relations with her son...me. She continued rubbing herself to climax as I watched right next to her, I waited, pondering to myself what to say. Then I said it, the corniest thing I probably could’ve said: “Need a hand?” My mother jumped up reflexively,. ” His voice died away as he sought the right words to describe my wholly inadequate bosom.“Because I’m titless?” I added, trying to be helpful.He smiled, “Don’t worry; your personality will win them over!”With that, I could hear our names announced. I went alternately hot and cold as I am sure Gemma did too and I noticed my hands were trembling.I remember thinking ‘I hope that I can undo my trouser button without fumbling it!’Gemma was to follow me, so I wanted to try and give her a good. I looked at her blank expression as I drank. Then, she said, “OK. I am finished.”I pushed my stop watch again. Five minutes had elapsed. “No way!” I thought, but it showed five minutes. Obviously, the recipient of the drug felt no ill effects or had no knowledge of taking it. Only the passage of time when the suggestions were implanted would let the person know they had been unconscious.“Did you do it, Andy?”“Do what?” she asked. Of course, she had no recollection of the incident at all. There. "You finally told your brother, your sister, and your mom, Donna. Didthey kick you out of their lives? No. Sure, they don't totally get it,but they still want to see you, that counts for something." one messagesaid."I know, but just once, I would like a birthday as a woman. To be thebirthday girl."She wiped her tears, turned off the computer, and went to sleep.The day of her birthday dawned, and she struggled to get going. The daydragged, and by the end of her shift, she was ready to crawl into.