The only problem we have now is with my voice, when we go out with me as Alice I let Karen do any talking necessary. If there is a need for me to say ...omething out of politeness to a waiter, for example, I raise my red finger-nailed hand to my throat and whisper a husky thank you.We don't go to the same places too often because the sore throat and laryngitis bit only stretches so far. We still kept it to maybe one weekend every month but gradually Karen let me, or even asked me, to 'dress' even. Tom sat in his big arm chair he always sits in, wearing shorts a tshirt, i couldnt take my eyes off him know what i had just saw, he caught me several times looking at him but never let on. After a while, he excused himself and went to bed telling us to shut off the TV after this last one and get some sleep, we did just that. As i lay in the spare room with only a wall between us i began to play with myself again before eventually dozing off (he was right we were tired). I was woken up a couple. As it slowed, she broke away from me, her eyes misty.Then my eyes were misty.I cleared my throat. “So, clothes shopping.”“Good thing I’m making more money,” Mom said, “so I can afford to buy you clothing that fits properly. You must be uncomfortable in your old panties.”“Only around cute girls,” I said then blushed. Did I just say that before my mother?“Mmm, I suppose that’s normal for a teenage boy. Why would a teenage futanari be any different?”My ears burned.As we drove to the store, Mom’s. Wellgoodmorning" every time.'No relax', I thought, that was at least seven hours ago...he must beoff by now. Why couldn't it be one the regular Barney Fifes who'snever at the station anyway? Maybe he won't be there.I grabbed my first armload of bags and stepped into the parkingelevator. As the doors opened at the lobby I saw Mr. Wellgoodmorninglook toward me as the bell announced my arrival. I didn't make eyecontact with him and made a manly beeline to the elevator, I could feelhis eyes.