She peered past the main living areaand into the kitchen, where she saw Lonna standing over a wood-burningstove. Lonna had a small copper pot bubbling...on the stove - and as shetook it off the flames, Melissa realized that the joyful noise frombefore was coming from no one less than Lonna herself.Lonna blew on the stove, her breath instantly extinguishing the merrilydancing flames, to Melissa's surprise. Was that the result of a spell?Or was there more to Lonna's gift then she'd let on?"I know. " She turned to face me."Look honey, when I was your age... he... we... well my mom let him... I mean I was so horny and mom knew it and she let him... well she didn't want me to learn about sex in a back seat of a car so she..."Stunned wouldn't even begin to describe what I was thinking. My mother and grandfather having sex! And my grandmother approving of it, even instigating it! This was just too much information. My hand dropped off of my mother's shoulder and onto my lap and I just sat. . but I…’ (AdProvider = window.AdProvider || []).push({"serve": {}});‘Shut the fuck up!’ She screamed at me as she broughther legs up and kicked me out of bed. ‘Go sleep in the guest room before I do you somedamage.’I slumped off to the other room dazed at this suddenturn of events. I had no idea she wasn’t happy.After a short while I was on my way to the bathroomwhen I thought I could hear her voice. I tiptoed up tothe door and listened. She was on. "What is a pink? It's a man who is forced to function as a woman. Wereceive hormone therapy. We learn how to wear makeup. We're givenentirely new wardrobes, skimpy stuff specifically designed to lure maleattention. Finally, we're trained on how to make men happy. Yeah. That'sright. How to get men off in the best way possible.Did you notice the "we" there? Well, it's true. I got the pink collar. Ishould have seen it coming. I didn't.What is life like as a pink? I'd rather you did not ask. But.