That was at least an opening for conversation, “Did you run out of coffee at home?”That got a smile and she said, “No, I’m not allowed to have...any there, or donuts either.” When I looked puzzled she continued, “My husband is very religious and caffeine is considered, like alcohol and cigarettes and such, to be a bad thing for your body.”I mentioned I had read a book about some of the beneficial aspects of that chemical, so widely used by peoples all over the world.She smiled and said that she’d. It was warm and I wanted it off my face. I put larger hoops in my ears, and some nice sandals on that showed my painted toes. I added a touch of makeup, keeping my lips light. I was sitting in the living room painting my nails and listening to music when Mom came out. There was no "who are you?" type of reaction. The changeover wasn't that drastic compared to my normal appearance anymore.She sat on the couch across from my chair. "Honey, I could see at the airport that you had changed. But I. AsI made my way over towards the chair, Jack pushed past meand leaped up into it, after all, it was ‘his’ favouritechair. With his weight in it, I couldn’t pull it out, sohad to reach down for my pants. I couldn’t reach, so gotdown on my hands and knees to reach further behind it. Istill couldn’t reach, so looked up and pushed Jack out ofthe chair so I could move it. He growled a bit, butjumped down, and, still on my hands and knees, I moved itto one side, and. Lol. Seeing them getting so hard and getting so excited by just LOOKING at my body did something to me... even though I was freaked out, I was oddly turned on...lol. So I took my shirt all the way off. Everyone was cheering and chanting, laughing and clapping.... INCLUDING MY HUSBAND! I kind of got caught up in it all... The fact that I could get them that excited without even touching them, just from them looking at my body made me feel so fucking sexy and powerful...lol. The one guy asked me.