I looked down at the gas gage and cursed. The light in the gage had gone out and it was now after dark, so I had to use my cigarette lighter to show me what I already knew.
The car was out of gas.
"Sheet!" I cursed. "Now what da fuck I gonna do?"
I got out of the car (which was really MY car, even though I couldn't prove it) and lit another cigarette. I'd smoked all the ones I'd found in the purse (which was now MY purse) but I'd found several packs tucked inside the glove compartment of my car.
I grabbed my purse and (after checking my make-up) started walking in the direction of the parents house. I didn't realize just how sexily I now walked. It was the most natural thing in the world to thrust my big tits forward and sway my wide ass. Also, the three-inch heels made me mince along like a hooker on parade.
Finally I made it to the parents house, and I wondered again just how I'd explain myself. I felt that they'd be willing to listen to me (if they could get past my new appearance) and might let me stay here for a while until I could find a way to return myself to normal.
But what could I tell them about their son? The weeping mother had sent me south of the border to rescue her 15-year old boy - kidnapped and transformed by a Mexican Gangster into his simple, peasant wife. But now I was returning with the terrible news that their beloved son had chosen to stay the wife of Gomez Padraza. That he'd given birth to two sons.
That's he'd rather spend the rest of his life as Juanita Padraza.
I wasn't sure how I'd break the news to them.