"Thanks for the dress, mom," I said, "I love it." I'm glad, honey," she said, not really paying that much attention to thedress, "Do the falsies fit?"...Just fine, I suppose," I replied."They were all I could find at this time," she said, "I'll get you someproper silicone breast forms in the near future."I shuddered as the thought of appearing in public as a woman re-emerged.Not for long, however."But mom?" I said."Yes?" Stockings and suspenders?" I asked shyly."You did say you always wanted to. I felt it inside you just before you stole that apple, and I can feel it inside you now.”Sara just stared back at him blankly.Aran kept trying. “Haven’t you ever felt different from the people around you?”Sara looked thoughtful for a moment, then nodded. “All the time.”Hope rose in Aran that she was seeing his point, but it deflated when she continued with an angry light in her eyes. “I feel different every time I see them!” She threw a skinny arm toward the street, taking in the people. I felt both the breasts and massaged them with oil and the cough subsided.“Feeling better, mom?”“Hmmm…a bit”.Then I took oil in both hands, took off the quilt and started massaging her both breasts.“I feel shame.”I said: “You are beautiful.”She let go a deep sigh and closed her eyes. Her face became somewhat reddish. Now my hands were working automatically. Before me I saw two full breasts, just like bowls of gold. Or you may say golden big mangoes with cherries in the form of nipples. Her. So you had a drink.” There was a momentary silence then the voice continued, “That drink was spiked with a knock out drug. After it took affect, you were brought here. Don't worry, we will have you back in the club before they arrive.“What? Why? Where am I?” Heather demanded, in a very scared voice.“You are in my laboratory and you are an unwilling test subject,” the female voice answered. “The club is owned by me through a third party. I use it to get test subjects or test...experiments.”“Why.