"I think that one of those is enough for you," the middle- aged company president advised her with a deep laugh as he caught her staring down unhappil... into her glass. As the exquisitely- shaped young blonde looked up at him in confused dismay, he grinningly added, "Well, we wouldn't want you to go home drunk, would we? Your husband might think that you were out doing something naughty this afternoon, instead of staying home to be the good little housekeeper he thinks you are." Yes, while he's. Sunday afternoons are found to be most enjoyable for Mistress Femme Suprema. Particularly if the sun is bright and the temperature approaches insufferableness. For she knows it is then that her team quickly reaches a lather and to the pleasure afforded by the nasty bite of her short quirt is added the remarkably comforting sound of leather crisply striking naked wet flesh.The stable girls have her chariot waiting. Her massive pony boys stand, their naked oiled flesh already beginning to. She didn't know what she'd do if he said no. "Please God don't let him say no," she thought.Well... , if that's what you want mom. I don't understand why, but I'll do it for you." John acted like he was making a supreme sacrifice in picking out his mom clothes.Janice came forward and hugged her son tightly to her. "You're so good to me John" she whispered as she crushed her body against his. "I know I've been acting a little weird lately." No, it's cool mom. I happy to help you out." John. Then light erupted fromthe seed. It blinded him so much that he couldn't see the changeshappening to his body. He only felled them and they didn't make sense. Itwas as if an invisible force pushed, pulled, and prodded him.Soon they subsided and he could see his new body. Only that one didn'tmake sense. It was all wrong."Why the hell am I a girl?" he asked aloud. Cringing at the same time ashe heard his new voice. It was one that spoke of arousal and wet dreams."Of course, you are a woman,".