Next Friday you're out of here or all those beautiful dresses and shoes cluttering up my storage closet go into a dumpster!" Not my shoes!" I was horr...fied. It was sinking in that Marla meant every word. I had five clients scheduled between now and next Friday. But I needed cash in the bank now to go apartment hunting. If it took letting fifteen men fuck me to save my shoes... I nodded, resigned to my fate. "Okay, I'll be here Saturday."Marla smiled. She'd won but wasn't going to gloat. "By the. Many questions remain through my mind: how could my own mother do thisto me, her only kid? why the hell did she begin a relationship withDavid and why she married him so that I was obligated to move along withher to his place, into this farming shity town? why is this happening tome? changing sex without undergoing surgery and hormone treatment cannothappen in reality, does it? And yet this is what happened to me...This cannot be the will of God after all? I refuse to believe this, eventhough. We could rent a movie or we could romp around the house some more. What do you think?”“Why don’t we watch something on TV after dinner, that way we leave our options open. I’ve enjoyed today so much, I think I’ll be ready for more fun soon. You know, today we both have our birthdays.”She responded, “I don’t like to think about getting old. I want to think I am young and sexy.”“ God Mum, you are sexy. You don’t have to worry about that. I can’t understand why dad left you years ago”She. But Isabella gestured at my shorts. I pulled them and my boxers down simultaneously. Isabella smiled as she saw my quickly stiffening member. She had briefly seen it when I had been showering her two weeks ago. But here it was without me trying to hide it.Alejandra stared at it. Her face grew more flushed. Meanwhile, Blanca spoke to her mother in Spanish. Isabella was explaining something back.Isabella turned back to me and motioned for me to join her. I climbed onto the sofa bed and sat.