The list went on and on. Apart from the fact that there were no knowntwisted in the UK, it all seemed to point to the same conclusion. And therewas no...hing else that I could find that could explain a sudden genderchange. It had to be.In amongst the information I found an email address for an expert who wasbased in Spiral. A Doctor Rothchild. I sent him an email hoping he wouldtake me seriously, explaining what had happened and virtually begging himfor help. It wasn't long after I was asked to. I had never noticed anything special about her breasts, ass, or legs. Her hair was naturally dirty blonde, and I'd always seen her wear it up in a bun - I think it made it easier for her to keep it out of her eyes at her job at the library. Yes, mom's a librarian. So her attire was very plain, also. She wore black-framed glasses that covered her dark brown eyes and wore very conservative long skirts. And I'd better not forget to mention the typical white, brown, or black sweaters covering her. I did as commanded without hesitation, looking up into her face. She had a hard, scowling look and I the she was enjoying the dominant role which was new for her. "Suck my dick" she commanded. I reached up with my hand to guide the large dildo into my mouth but she slapped my hand away. "Just your mouth. Put your hands behind your back". Again I did as commanded. I stretched my mouth as much as I could but I couldn't get more than about three-quarters of the toy down my throat. It was much. I’m very proud of him,” Mom said. “I understand you two had a bit of car trouble this afternoon.”I almost choked on my own tongue! I wondered if I could kill myself by holding my breath. I hadn’t had time to tell Susan about the lame excuse I’d given Mom about why we were in town so long.“Car trouble?” Susan asked innocently. “Not with my car, no,” she picked up smoothly. “We went to the hardware store, but they didn’t have the panels we needed. So we had to order them from Spartanburg. That.