I got dressed then went downstairs. I was surprised to find my mother in the kitchen, in her dressing gown, sitting at the table nursing a cup of blac... coffee. She looked terrible. I was apprehensive but she just grunted when I bid her good morning. She complained about her hangover and asked where my father was. Thinking on my feet I replied that he must have gone out early even though I knew that he had not come home. Thinking about it if he’d had probably nothing would have happened. She. To wit, dae Ah owe th’ pleasure?”I nervously laughed; having visited Scotland many times I recognised the accent and dialect immediately;“You wouldn’t happen to be a Scottish Las would ya, Glasgow perhaps”? I asked facetiously,“Aye, Glasgae,” she confirmed, arching her back placing her hand on her hip in pride;“What’s it to ye?” She challenged, giving me a full up and down check out, unimpressed, her stare quickly dismissed me with a. Slowly I started turning in teensy steps keeping my arms and hands inthe sissy position my head looking nervously downwards, so she couldhave a good inspection of want is on display before her. Oh howembarrassing it is being studied in such a way, hearing her say howelegantly I'm holding myself, definitely a born sissy if ever there wasone, can't wait to have it in more exotic sissy clothes and so on. Icould feel my face going the deepest shade of red ever, wondering how"exotic" are they going. The invasion was perfect, silent, deadly and very discreet. The Gorthan’s didn’t need big space ships, machines of war, or to even fire a single shot. Like many movies had predicted, the invaders were parasites. Maybe it was because of these same fictional works that made the invasion easier. Those that did discover the truth and spoke up were ridiculed and treated for mental issues. They made sure to take control of Hospitals early on, to “Cure” those humans first. Military, Government, and.