I waited, almost sure what was coming."Go check on her, guard her if you can. Get her out if you must. I'll give you three days and write Foster a not... explaining. It will go with the courier."I tried to remember the young woman, got a few bloody pictures and warm moments from my memory, and set out, expecting trouble. The home I came to was one of those built on the Dutch pattern with high-ceilinged rooms and many fireplaces. The carriage house out back was also well-built with stucco and. "Yes, yes that will be fine Ms. Lawrence," I replied.The ladies working in the closet soon appeared with boxes filled andlarge garbage bags brimming as they carried them off. Ms. Lawrencefollowed them out of the room her nylons swishing, her perfume followingwith her as she closed the large white door behind her leaving me alonein the large feminine boudoir.Normally I'd have gone down to breakfast to start my day as the pamperedlady-of-the-house, but with an upcoming wedding and all the. I wondered why the woman was acting so odd. It was as if she had never seen a pregnant woman before. That’s when I felt my suit shift. I gasped, feeling again that strange sensation within me. I was continu- ing to swell up. “No! No! No!” I cried as my suit tightened and my hands rested on my ballooning belly. I grew bigger and bigger and bigger. It wasn’t stopping. I was somehow still taking in air, my belly blowing up like a giant beach- ball. It wasn’t going to. I hope it doesn't rain and ruin my carefully coiffed big blond wig. In my stiletto heels, hot pink thigh-highs and a matching micro-mini dress, I hope to appear as feminine as is possible for an older man to look.Little details are important. I've spent some time making sure my finger and toenails are nicely trimmed and polished and my makeup is tasteful.I stop at a convenience store and strut in attracting some stares. I pick up a case of Corona beer. At the checkout, I'm aware of the.