It was a Friday night and I was sitting at the tables listening to the conversations when Vern, one of he guys I worked with, leaned over and said:"I ...eed a favor Rob." What?" I need a wing man." For what?" See those two broads in the booth over by the jukebox?"I looked over and saw who he was talking about.I want to move in on the brunette, but I need someone to occupy the other one. You know how hard it is for one guy to hustle a chick when there are two of them sitting together."I took a. ***“Fuck,” I shouted as I jumped out of bed to the sound of the garbage truck rumbling in the distance down our subdivision cul de sac. “Why am I in bed?” I mumbled to myself as I stood in a daze in panties and a t-shirt, my typical home alone attire, and desperately looked around the room for bottoms to slip on. It was an ordinary Thursday. I had got the kids up and off to school. My husband was off to work and I had started my work from my computer when I went to make the bed and decided I. He pled, "Please,have mercy on me! Don't turn me into no dame! I'll never rape no slutsagain! Just don't make me a woman." Oh, I have no intention of making you female. At least, not TOTALLYfemale. But you will pay. And I've just realized - my agency needs anothernationality. You'll be a perfect add to my collection."As I finished speaking, I started changing Ross. I cut him down a couplefeet in height; now he was exactly as tall as Erin. Then I started tofeminize his body; his shoulders. I didn't want to acknowledge it or hear it again.But I could see I would have to wear the frilly pink apron that was beingoffered to me and the act of allowing Mum to put it on me was anacknowledgment of my new name. I put on the pink latex gloves I wasoffered too.I did the washing up without saying a word.I had hoped it would stop there but it didn't.Why? Was it that I started to enjoy the humiliation or was it that I wascurious to see how far Mum would go which led to my behaviour.