The way home was another strange experience for Jon. It was the first time that Sarah was really sitting for a longer time. Jon felt through his modified body how his mouth or better said now labia were more compressed together, due to the fact that she was driving. It wasn’t unpleasant but the musky scent was much more intense in this position, in addition with the fact that Sarah’s skin started to sweat slightly between her tights. While the vaginal musky scent was appealing to Jon, the smell of sweat and above all the taste of it that was beginning to ooze on his labia lips felt disgustful.
Not able to do anything, Jon tried to distract himself, but in his current state it was nearly impossible to find something to do. He couldn’t see where he was or where he was going and even the sounds were so muffled that he couldn’t understand them. He heard typical car engine sounds and some music, pop music perhaps, but he couldn’t fix the singer or the group.
Then Jon tried to concentrate on his feelings and on Sarah’s connection, there must have been a way to communicate with her better than through emotional states. However as soon as he tried to concentrate on feelings and emotions, his mind began to drift away, like he was high and out of control. Unbeknownst to him the estrogen hormones started to be assimilated, making him completely loose control. He suddenly found himself totally tuned on Sarah’s emotion and never in his life of a boy had he ever experienced something like this, she was angry, furious and on the same time horny and incredibly in need of a good fuck, with an addition of revenge. He was discovering first hand how women where a concentrate of different state of emotions all put together and often also of a contrasting nature.
This whirlwind of emotions was overwhelming him with unpredictable force. Jon had no escape and all of his defenses failed. His mind started to be stormed by different moods and he found himself crying and being excited at the same time. Then suddenly laughing together with a total state of catatonia and depression. Jon screamed, or at least did what his old body would have done, but he was useless, no sound came out of him. He was going mad, the whirlwind of emotions showed no sign of ending.
Sarah could feel that something wasn’t all right with Jon, for her it was just a regular bitch phase, but for him it was a torture. “Welcome to womanhood Joan,” giggled Sarah while driving. Jon needed a lifeline and found a foothold in a glimmer of quiet. He managed to find emotions, or rather a serene and protective mood, which was nothing more than the sense of procreation and maternal protection. Jon wasn't able to understand what was going on, but he had just opened his mind and his whole being to maternal instinct. Jon let himself be lulled by this warm state of torpor, totally losing himself in it, and being unconsciously shaped by it. Jon did not know but soon he would have an uncontrollable desire and instinct to manage Sarah's ovulation, to make everything work well and above all to protect the potential life that he could generate.
Sarah too got more stable emotionally, she couldn’t feel Jon putting up a fight anymore. On the contrary she could feel in total sync with him. She put a hand on her crotch touching it slightly, “Good girl Joan,” she whispered motherly, “Sarah knows what it is best for her and for you. Just give up yourself to me and accept your fate. I will always take care of you, you are a part of me now, and will always be.”
She smiled, knowing that Jon was loosing himself was a great turn on, she started to get all hot and excited. She really hoped to find his boyfriend Biff at home, she was in great need of his dick.
