Evening

You wake up in the evening, just as you fell asleep. It seems Bob was too apologetic to wake you, so he was **** to fall asleep sitting. Now, not wanting to wake him, you gently pick yourself up off of his lap and stand up.

You have a killer hangover, and so the first thing you do is rush to the bathroom and puke out your breakfast. You think about taking a shower to clean your sticky ass, but the thought just makes you want to barf again.

Instead, you decide to drive home. You take a last look at Bob before you head out the door, blushing as you remember the way he treated you this morning. Remembering the silly fight you had over the pictures, you already decide to forgive him. With how submissive you were acting, it's only natural that he would think you would have wanted that.

Hoping you engine doesn't wake him, you creep out the door and drive home.

"About time you came home," your mother opens the door. "Oh! I'm sorry, miss. I thought you were someone else. How can I help you?"

You nearly faint from shock as you realize that you had forgotten to undress your feminine clothes.

"Uh.... I'm uh.... I'm your son's friend?" You try to sound as feminine as possible.

"Oh, I see...." Your mother frowns, guessing just exactly what kind of friend you must be.

"Um... he asked me to go upstairs?"

She gasps as she lets you inside, "Did my son do this to you!?" She exclaims, pointing to the eye shadow smeared all over your face.

"Yeah. I mean no! Your son is a very, very, good boy, Miss. It's just that, uh, I just like to cry?"

"Hmph! I'll give him a good talking to when he gets back!" Your mother promises as you go upstairs.

You shake your head in awe, amazed that you could fool her so easily. I must just be really feminine! No wonder I got Bob so worked up.

Reluctantly, you take off your clothes and go to sleep. In your horrible state, you fall asleep in seconds.