Strange Phone Call

I felt glued to the spot, like I could not move even if I tried. My eyes seemed open, and yet the world was painted with a dark light. I felt a vibration in my pocket. Pulling my phone from my pocket I carefully opened it.

"Hello?" I asked.

"It's Linda," the voice on the other end said. My girlfriend's mother. She was about twenty seven years older, but the cliche was that she looked more like they were sisters. Her breasts were bigger, rounder, firmer, but he body was wider. I imagined her naked for a moment. "Are you imagining me naked?"
"Yes," I was surprised to hear myself say. The voice on the other end laughed.

"Are you really at the house in that book?" my girlfriends mom asked.

"Yes. It's real," I said.

"Then I have a confession." I waited. "I-- uh, I loved the book. Especially the parts about boys becoming girls. About them taking other people's parts."

"Me too," I confessed.

"You ever think of taking my parts?" my girlfriend's mother asked. "Or controlling me like they were controlled in the book?"

I nodded at the phone, silently.

"Well, being **** like that turns me on. If it is all real-- well, then use me."

"I, uh I will," I said. She hung up the phone. No where in my life, at no time spent with my girlfriend's mother, did I ever think I would have that conversation. Yet something tingled within me. The idea of permission. Permission to use a woman's body any way I wished. My phone buzzed. An email: from my father.

I checked it. I was a picture of his hard cock. Bigger than mine-- by an inch or so. I looked at it perhaps longer than I should. I shook it off. Strange energies around this place after all.

"I think you meant this for someone else," I typed back.

I made a move and joined the others at the doorway to Nevermore.