”Deborah heard Mr. Williams flip a switch, and the visor came to life. However, instead of French words or phrases, Deborah saw a distant lightning ...torm. There was thunder, too, which reminded Deborah of a booming voice. Electric bolts streaked across a cloudy sky. Deborah tried to trace their trajectories, which were aimless and wild on an indigo backdrop. Then, the first of many bolts found its target in Deborah, sending tingles of delight to all the right places.Eventually, Deborah gave up. "She took a couple steps backward. "What's going on here?"I looked down. "God, this is freaky. Mom, why don't you recognize me?" Stop calling me 'Mom.' I don't have a daughter, I have a son." I feel like I've stepped into an episode of 'Sliders.' Mom--" Stop calling me that!" I'm sorry! I can't very well call you 'Mrs. Andrews,' can I?" That's what I'd expect a total stranger to call me!" Okay." I took a seat at the table. "Let me tell you what I experienced this morning. Let's work through. The story is mine and may only be posted to free websites.Elrod W asked me to include a note about the characters and here?s what he said: I would strongly recommend you get this story out to the community quickly - they'll love it.? Please, however, add a note that your use of Fwirthians and Agents C and D are not completely canon, but that I enjoyed your use of them nonetheless.This story depicts transgender changes, violence, BDSM and strong language as well as young adult sexual encounters.. Nibbling her pouty lips, holding her close, hugging her tight as we made out. My hands played with her belly and her ribcage. She gripped my ass. I wanted her so bad, but I knew it would be a mistake. Around 1am I knew we had to stop. Susan was clearly worked up. She was breathing hard and almost ready for me. Yup it was time to stop. I erased all traces of lust from my face."Thank you for helping Ms. Johnson, I think I'm starting to get the hang of this. Why don't we meet back here tomorrow.