I want to be able to say which child is mine, if mine actually survived to be here. I don't know if DNA profiling would work, with an alien child of a...human mother." I see. Well, dear, we should ask the experts in such matters. The people that know most about Malans are The Personalia, so they are the ones who should know if a DNA match is possible. We can but ask, Jeannette." Can we wait until we see what Tom comes up with?" Jeannette asked."Sure. Do you like Tom, Jeannette?" He is a very nice. I sucked on the penis gag in my mouth trying not to drool downmy sore and swollen chest.Further injections were done into my buttocks and hips, from fat they'dcreated cloned from my own cells. They'd implanted various oestrogendepot, slow and fast release in different parts of my body, whichpresumably they wanted to feminise more.I stood tied to a frame, naked except for the plastic bra which showed myswollen nipples and breasts, and the corset which contracted my nowsmaller waist into. . check.Can’t feel my own body, check.A blue text box hovering in front of me, check.‘Wait, wait wait… Hold up, something ain’t right…’It was at this moment, that I remembered, I died. Well, at least it’s not by a truck, that’d be too cliché. No, I died in a plane crash. What are the odds? It just so happened that a storm appeared right smack dab in the middle of the Pacific Ocean for no reason and somehow my plane is nearby. My last thoughts were, let’s see… ‘Fuck, I finally saved up enough. Do you realize we have the whole house to ourselves? When has that ever happened?” She commented.“Probably never,” he said as she led him towards the bathroom.“It’s a good thing Dave had they boys for the weekend. I need to brush my teeth and gargle.”“And I need to wash off my cock.”Dan could hear the whines of Sarg and Major in the basement room. “I still have to get used to having a dog around the house,” he said, leading them out to his outdoor pen for a much-needed pee.“Those two dogs are.