Joyce Conroy, Matt's mother, was a stately woman whose earthy side always surprised people until they got to know her. Matt could not remember a time ...hen his parents did not embarrass him with their flirting and sexual horseplay. It was never a secret when they headed to the master bedroom for a passionate session, and the goings-on behind the door were quite obvious as well. His expectations of marriage were shaped by the unrestrained affection and adoration that his parents openly. The silk panties felt incredible over my new smooth southern parts...to the point that a small wet spot had formed on the front of them. I slipped the matching camisole over my head, and it too felt incredible against my smooth chest. I looked in the mirror once more and the line between Andrew and Andrea had definitely begun to blur. The skirt and silk blouse were on in next to no time, as I was ready to be Andrea, now. I was reaching for the heels to slide them on when I heard the front door. I want the insanity to be the surprise, so as he is going mad, part of him resigns himself to the pig reprogramming and just loses control.It usually takes a few months, so after I got back from my summer trip to Europe I checked in on how the piggie was doing. Despite how long I was away, the machine that he was in was operating perfectly. There was still a months worth of pig gruel in the barrel and none of the programs seemed to have malfunctioned. I reprogrammed the machine to start the. I knew if the wrong person such as a love interest got hold of Mia, he could badly manipulate the poor girl. That guy could twist Mia around his finger.A strange idea popped into my head. It was a very strange idea. How about some excitement in my life tonight? Why not have a little fun with Mia's neurosis? Could I stress her out or was she too ditzy to be affected by it? This evening could potentially be entertaining.The doorbell rang just after 7 PM.I answered."Hi, Mr. Timmons," Mia said.