I had got my own way at last as I always did. We decided that Friday nights would be set aside for our fun nights. We would go out together but sit ap...rt, leaving the other to chat up who they wanted. The person not trying to pick someone else up was to remain sober acting as driver and introduced as the Lodger.Friday arrived, I decided to let Mike have the first night.We drove to a night club in the next town, not wanting to meet people from our own area. I sat at the bar ordering an orange. . summoningthe strength to gaze at my reflection once more. I had definitelybeen turned into a young female version of my male self. To behonest . . . I didn't make a very good-looking girl. My figure wasdumpy and out of shape . . . my breasts were unattractive andpointy . . . and my face was crude and unrefined."Oh my God! What am I going to do!" I thought. Then a littlebell went off in my head."The note . . . the voice mail from Sindy! She has to be involved.I've got to get to the. My son laying behind me, me with my eyes closed tight, fighting off thinking about his cock. I finally drifted off while thinking about if my son was masturbating behind me. The image of him rubbing his throbbing cock directly behind me almost brought me to tears as I couldn't get it out of my head and my pussy was aching and flowing like a sieve. I felt so ashamed and disgusted with myself yet at the same time I knew that if he came and put that cock in front of my face right now I would suck. I would have two days to make something happen beforeI went under the knife. If I did, I might not have to go through withthe surgery at all. The taps of Jeff Spencer's telephones would tell thetale. Then again, what proof did I have Jeff's plan to ruin me hadanything to do with 'Lisa'? I hadn't really lied to Angie; I did want torelax, but not with any of them.Out of the frying pan.... I called Dianna. She assured me she wasn'tdoing anything that night that wouldn't keep, thanks to my.