After somefiddling to get it right, I saw the green film of light appearing againdown the centre of the room.I got on the wheeled chair, took a deep b...eath, and slowly slid through.I looked down: I could see a shirt, without breasts. Further down, Icould see dark pants, no longer hugging my groin tightly.To confirm, I felt my groin. Yes! I have changed back, I smiled.I stood up and looked over the rest of my body, and I was clearly my maleself again.There was no need to spend any more time in. It took me a minute to open the cover page and begin to read. According to her history, she had worked for a large national packaging company selling to manufacturing and industrial customers. She had worked for them for seven years before taking maternity leave, presumably for Deborah. She never went back.Attached to the back of her résumé was a letter of recommendation from the general manager of the company. It was effusive in praise of her talent and work ethic. If she chose to re-enter the. Before I knew it, it was getting dark outside. When I made a comment on the lateness of the hour, she looked up in surprise. She reached down and started to pack up her own stuff. I felt a pull longing, hoping it wouldn't end now. She stopped when she was ready to leave and smiled at me. "This was a lot of fun," she said with awful finality. "So, um, what do you have planned for tonight?" She asked as she pulled her bag over her shoulder. I shrugged, "Nothing really..." I said in that lame way. My mother sat up and placed her feet and the lotion in front of me. I rubbed a generous amount of lotion into my hands and then started on her feet. I began to notice something right away though. That if I moved my mother legs apart slightly, that I could see right up her crouch. She wasn’t wearing any underwear under her silk shorts. Thank God it was dark, I was starting to get hard again. This was probably going to be bad. Why o why couldn’t I control it? I was getting so aroused that I.