This choice: "Id better get home, I didnt tell my mom I was leaving..." • Go Back...Chapter #4A Visitor for the Transforming Boy by: Gator   "I'd better get home, I didn't tell my mom I was leaving..."
Angie pouted at the boy's response. It was no secret that Angie disliked Paula. The old hippie detested the way James' mother treated him, neglecting him in favor of spending more time partying and drinking. She especially despised how she abused the boy's powers; James having told multiple stories of her forcing him to transform into clothes to be worn or pillows to be sat on, and she could only imagine the tales he didn't share. If I were his mother, Angie thought, I'd never mistreat such a lovely boy.
Clearing her thoughts, Angie changed her expression to that of a weak smile, and gave a gently wave. "Well, remember that you're always welcome here James." With that, she turned around and headed inside. James found his eyes drawn down to his retreating neighbor's butt, watching her plump mounds swing and bounce with every step. Front or back, her form always found ways to arouse him and make him fantasize. By the time she'd shut the door behind her, James was glad no one was around to his burning red face, or the half-finished tent that had been raised in his pants that he weakly tried to hide. He waited a little for his body to calm itself, and spared one last glance at his neighbor's house, before slowly trudging back home.
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Entering his house, James stopped in the hallway. His plan was quick and simple. The last thing he wanted was Paula, drunk or not, forcing him transform for her own pleasure and ruining his day. So, he was going to tell his mother that he was leaving and then do so, with no intention of even being in her presence. Short and sweet, he thought with a little smirk. Taking a deep breath, he called out to her "Mom! I'm going to b-"
"James!" Paula interrupted, her voice booming from the living room. "Come here, there's someone who wants to see you!"
He paused. Usually, it was only Paula's friends who came over for drinks or chit-chat with her. Rarely did anyone come to see him, so he suspected a trap.
"James! It's rude to keep a guest waiting! Don't make me come get you!"
He gave a defeated sigh. The last thing he wanted was Paula chasing him down; the woman was both persistent and vengeful. Slowly he opened the door, and found his mother in the company of...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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