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"Probably not, Jane." You tell Mrs. Jetson as you stand up off the bed and moving over to stand behind her as she checks her reflection in the mirror. You can see the disappointment in her eyes as she glances at you in the mirror. "But I'll definitely be coming back again." You say as your hands slide around her impossibly narrow waist, gliding up over the soft fabric of her dress to cup her ample breasts. Your fingers toy with the hard nubs of her nipples as she grinds her shapely ass back into your crotch.

"Okay, John." Jane sighs as she turns to face you, her hands sliding down over your bare chest. "I'll be waiting for you, eagerly waiting." She says as her hands slide gently down over your cock.

"Jane, I'm home!!" You hear George Jetson announce loudly, the sound of the pneumatic door hissing closed behind him.

"Shit!" Jane said, glaring at the closed door that separates you from her husband. "You'd better leave." She tells you softly, standing up on her toes and kissing you passionately before she hurries out of the bedroom to greet George.

You can hear their voices through the closed door as you try to figure out how you're going to leave when George is in the next room and you have no clothes. You come up with several hasty schemes only to discard them as rapidly as you think of them. You sit down on the bed, staring gloomily at the closed door when suddenly you remember something Jane had told you. The laws of Cartoon Reality. If she'd been right you could bend these laws to your will, changing things as you wished. Determined to test this theory you concentrate on clothes, your eyes squeezed shut as you picture yourself fully clothed in a nondescript uniform. Opening your eyes you are amazed to find yourself fully dressed. It worked!! You think elatedly to yourself as you dance around the room, your mind filling with thoughts of how you were going to use this new found power. Closing your eyes you focused your thoughts on the door, willing it to open not into the Jetson's living room but into another place and time. Pressing the button that opens the door you step through, opening your eyes to find yourself?