Danielle Rockwell didn't expect to walk in on her son and her daughter in such a position.
She didn't expect to see her tomboy daughter in pantyhose and her son with his hands around her daughter's crotch.
She didn't expect to then see a glowing glass orb to break out of the trunk she just bought and for it to shoot out glowing light blinding her.
She didn't expect the next feeling of herself being pulled out of her body.
And she certainly didn't expect to find herself trapped inside a glass orb, with her son looking at her mouthing "I'm sorry, Mom!".
Paul looked at the orb, more worried then ever. What was he going to do? He looked back at his mother, who was wearing a skirt-suit and pumps before, which were now joined by a pair of dark brown pantyhose.
His mother was smiling, her black bob cut swaying slightly from the orbs energy, and saying, "I am a Nylon slave. I obey you."
What was he going to do? His sister and mother were both mindlessly obedient to him!
He thought about that last thought and how previously it wouldn't have been thought of as bad.
Then he resumed panicking.
