Yes and I choose the next location as master bedroom.

"Let's continue soon, but take a break. I still have you for three more hours, yes?" Uncle Aaron responds and asks to clarify the terms of our session.

"Correct. I try to gauge if my client wants to continue having my company for the rest of the time. If he is not up for it, I have the option to leave. But if he wishes for me to stay, I stay," I tell him.

"Great. I need to check my phone, so why don't find another place for a scene?" I nod, leaving the kitchen for the room I was sucking his cock earlier. I find my bag, which is sort of like a small duffel bag, able to carry one or two extra outfits. I take it and make my way upstairs, looking for a bedroom. The one that I settle on appears to be the master bedroom, which comes with a king-sized bed, an attach bathroom with a walk-in closet.

I have had the experience of being walked-in on while I was changing, so when I open my bag and proceed to remove my clothes, I don't bother closing the door all the way. The outfit I have chosen is one I do workouts in. I don't have a need to stay in shape as the X-Change pill always transforms me to a lithe young woman. I'm thin enough to fit into the lycra yoga pants and matching tank top, but my abs are quite flat and lacking any toned muscle mass. My arms have a slight tone to them, but I'm as weak as someone who doesn't lift weights in this body. I finish my look by tying my hair into a braid.

"Looking to get active?" Uncle Aaron says, announcing his entrance into the room.

Thinking now is the time to act out a scene, I respond in character, "I have to look the part. Helps to have clothes that won't soak up the sweat, yet keep me cool in my exercises." His smile seems to convey that he is satisfied by my answer.

He closes the door behind him and even makes the effort to show he is locking the door. "You know, I'm still curious of my nephew, given we are probably neighbors. So, my older brother Robert gave me his phone number so I could reconnect with the kid whose room I barged into with my date, seeking to get freaky, only to find out he had the same idea. If only my brother told me where he lived so I could stop by," he explains. I somehow fidget in place, uneasy of his train of thought and phrases.

Aaron shows me his phone and I find the number matches the one on my phone.

"Even thought I had his number, I've never tried calling him. You want to guess why?" he asks me.

"If I were your nephew, I'd probably not answer a call of a number I didn't recognize," I honestly answer.

"I had that thought too. So, up until now, I haven't had the motivation to give him a call, but with your performance getting into character earlier, I think I'm ready to do so now," he says and without delay, he calls the number.

My eyes dart to my phone, sitting face up on the bed. I have made it a habit to silence both the ringer and vibrate functions while in a session, thought my heart sinks when my phone's screen lights up with a phone number I don't recognize. True to my answer, I don't make any effort to pick up my phone and answer it. My Uncle Aaron seems to notice my phone lighting up and my passiveness towards it.

"He didn't answer, but did you get a phone call too?" he asks.

"I didn't answer it. I don't recognize the number," I answer. I have a feeling that he'd press the issue and try calling the number again.

"Hmm," Aaron starts. Without saying anything, he presses his phone, appearing to call the number once more. And my phone lights up just like last time. My uneasiness might seem more obvious now as this time I try to ignore my phone's activity entirely.