“No,” my mother breathed. I could see the pulse in her throat, the life of her pumping away so rapidly. Had her heart rate increased when she hear... my offer to get her robe? Would she dare lift herself out of the bath, water cascading from her body – my mother, Aphrodite. “You ... you’d better leave, Robert. Let me get out of the bath.”“Are you sure, mum?” I said in a thick, treacly voice.My mother nodded. “Yes,” she whispered. “I think you’d better.”I picked up the empty glass and, after a. Brendan had a different presence. A black and white evening dress, dark blond hair, face neatly made up, beautiful shoes. She had a friendly smile and eyes, as she observed Donna.Both of them were of a similar age, Donna guessed. She had expected to see her torturers in extravagant fetish clothing, all whips and leather. Yet the two women standing in front of her looked as if they were attending one more perfectly lovely and entirely ordinary tea party, just as how everything had looked from. He pronounced, “Today is the best day in my life. I have TWO FABULOUS ANNOUNCEMENTS.” He was almost shouting, but the excitement in his voice was contagious. I stood up with a grin to accept the news. It was obviously good.He danced around, “FIRST, I’m going to be a father. Julie is expecting. Isn’t that great news? I am so excited by just that news that I could burst. She called me only five minutes ago. I was just coming in to tell you another piece of news.“SECOND, we completed the two tests. The woman in the mirror turned slightly as I wondered what her backside looked like. Rounded and firm, it blended perfectly with the petite waist and flaring hips perched above long legs which were obviously strong while maintaining every ounce of femininity possible.My conscious mind was insisting “This isn't real. This isn't real.” to itself while my subconscious screamed that it was all too real. While my two halves fought each other, I began a cautious, more thorough, exploration of my new.