30 am, and her son, Andy had still not gotten out of bed, Patricia wasbecoming increasingly concerned about her s*******n year old son'slaziness since...he returned from college over two weeks ago, he spent mostof the day in bed and most of the night sitting up watching television,no doubt watching some dirty movie she thought to herself angrily, heshould have got a summer job like the rest of his friends, and donesomething positive with his time.Patricia knocked on Andy's bedroom door, it was. I just stripped and stretched out on the bed. I was quickly asleep.I awoke, mostly refreshed at four. Getting up, I ambled over to the vanity area across from the door to the bath and stool. My naked body stared back at me from the mirror. For an old dame of sixty-eight, not too damned bad. My boobs, never really big in the first place, didn't have too much sag as a result. More wrinkles than fifty years ago, broader of beam as well. The face staring at me had weathered some and was more. The teenage boy was looking directly at my hairy triangle! Once again I felt both embarrassed and excited as I teased the boy. Finally Brock spoke and said, "You're very beautiful Mrs. Keller." I abruptly turned around and said, "Why thank you!" Unfortunately, my abrupt motion caused my apron to shift and my left breast fell out to the side. My entire breast was exposed for the boy to see. I should have tucked my boob back into the apron bib, but Brock's reaction was priceless. His eyes opened. He hadn't noticedwhen the clothing he had been wearing had been taken off. And therewas no sign of them or anything else in the recovery room.... Hisfirst moments in public as a woman, and he was going to have to walkoutside naked as a jay bird with his pussy, tits and ass all on displayfor everyone to see. Fuck.Almost as nervous as when he first entered the processing centre, hehad no choice but to make his way outside - another energy curtain hadsprung up behind him and was sweeping.