)“What do you want to talk about” she whispers.“It's just that, in just a few months I have to be all alone again” I whispered.“You know you...don't have to we sign the papers and you can officially be our son” she replied.“I know but, things won't be the same” I replied.“Why won't things be the same anymore” she replied.“I don't know I just think some things change” I whispered.“Like what things” she replied.(I began to caress her breast with one hand and the other hand I begin to rub her. “What’s with your new style Mike?” I dismissed their comments just shrugging. I had a pre-planned meeting with my boss, who clearly looked at my new appearance and looked a bit confused but said nothing. The first day went on as normal other than that. And I continued for the first month like this. I think they got used to it at work. But I still got sniggers constantly, but it was never directly discussed. At weekends Sue made me change into significantly more feminine clothes. The bras were. Her proud tits now danced freely. I reached around and took her nipples between my fingers, and pinched them hard several times, as her body jerked in response. I wrapped each hand over her mounds and squeezed them tightly, then pulled on her nipples. She inhaled deeply, but still remained silent.“So, I didn’t spank you enough upstairs, you said?” I asked her. She hesitated for a second, and then shook her head “no”. I chuckled to myself, as I reached for my 24 inch wooden ruler. Her eyes. She was calling him a paki bastard and other such things, adding that being a paki bastard he was not fit to lick the shit off her shoes, and with that she launched herself at him slapping him several times.the owner of the restaurant managed to get between them and i grabbed hold of Susan and frog marched her out off the door. with the owner telling me never to come back as he would not tolerate racist behaviour.To say i was angry with Susan was a massive understatement, i got her in the car.