To become Luke’s mother

“I… I would like you to transform me.” You say.

“You?”

“Yes…” you say. “Come with me for a second…”

You motion for him to follow you to your bedroom. Sitting on the bed is one your suitcases, this one locked with multiple travel locks.

Inside are dresses, heels, and a couple of wigs.

“My wife knew… after she died my depression got the best of me. About a year ago I realized what I’ve been missing and what I need. I know I’m a woman and need to become one fully.”

“I understand” Dante said “So you wish to become Luke’s mother?”

“Well, I don’t want to insult the memory of my wife… I’ve heard what you can do, and felt it would be beneficial for him to get his life in order if…”

“Are you sure you don’t want us to transform him?”

“He’s 18. I’m almost 50. I would rather retire as his MILF housewife Mother.”

“So would you like to be his mom and his wife?”

“Is that an option?”

“Yes.”

“Then please, make me his mother and wife.”

“Alright, let’s get you down to the association and get started.”