..hi," I said trying to sound as collected and relaxed as possible,while attempting to ignore the new voice which emerged from my throat."What happene...?" I asked, curious how I ended up here on a small farm inthe middle of nowhere."I found you on the side of the road. You were turning purple withhypothermia, your clothes were soaked. I'm glad to see that you haverecovered so fast."I racked my brain trying to recall anything from this blur in my memory,but I couldn't find a thing."Thank you for. Kasey turned back. "I heard you and Jenny talking before the show. I'd like to help, if you'll let me. If not, I can butt out and we'll find something else to talk about."Kasey was silent for a moment. Then she sighed. "I miss my Mom. I could talk about stuff like this with her and not feel like an idiot." I know I'm not your mom, Kasey, but you can talk to me about anything. I've been there, too. I'm sure Don's a good listener and so are Jenny and Leslie. If you don't want to talk to me, talk. "Leslie returned with the beautiful yellow sissy party dress that theyhad been making for Chrissie. Chrissie was dressed like a seven year oldgirl. He wore a white dress full of lace and ruffles. Mary Jane shoeswith white socks that had little pink hearts on them. No nylons and waswearing a bonnet for little girls. His face was lightly made up and hisnails a very light pink. His figure was very slight due to therestricted diet his mother kept him on. She made sure to limit hismuscle development. No need to wonder what had happened, only to wonder if it had been one of them, or both? I left Moms room and showered, trying to come to grips with the changes in our life now. My two friends had made it perfectly plain Mom was going to be there sex toy, or slave. And from the taste in my mouth and the soreness of my ass, maybe I was going to be their toy too.I was still in the shower when Mom came in, still nude, sat down on the toilet and began to piss. I should have been shocked, Mom had.