When they get in the bathroom I heard the door closing but didn't hear the click and at this point it's nothing, but small muffle noises coming from d...wnstairs, I can't make out a thing. I hear a short laugh from Robert and that was all.. Then I decided to text Robert and ask to record the whole thing.. No reply for about 5 minutes and it felt like 20, I had to convince myself 20 times not to go down.. After what felt like an eternity, I get a reply, my heart racing I go to open the message and. Mom come here now.” She yelled. Chris could hear his friends mother running up the stairs. Christine and Danielle stood in the doorway staring at him for a moment. Then they both burst out in laughter. “Chris what the hell are you doing?,” asked Christine. As they walked towards him, Chris could only muster a simple response. “I wanted to feel like a woman. I don’t know it turns me on. “ They sat down on the bed next to him “Well,” Danielle replied, “you don’t look bad as a girl. Pretty cute. Like beans. Or clean underwear. Anyway, Mom is Jessica Jane Peterson. A thirty-nine-year-old no nonsense all American girl born and raised in the Southern Bible belt and as prim and as proper as could be. Married at nineteen to an asshole. Divorced at thirty-seven to the same adulterous drunken asshole who walked out one day and never came back. Mom is the Doris Day type. Five-seven straight up and down with shoulder-length white blonde hair that was always immaculate wherever she went and. I returned home after the school run brimming with excitement, I raced upstairs to my bedroom, and whilst my computer loaded up I slipped out of my jeans, and cardigan, leaving me entirely naked. I logged into my Facebook account and headed straight for Emily's page almost not noticing the new message indicated in red at the top of my profile screen, I clicked it instantly, the private message read as follows; “hey Rachel, thanks for accepting my friend request! Can’t wait to get going, Sophia.