As the years passed, my day-time look progressed. My shoes becameslimmer and more elegant, my boots tighter, my wedges more pronounced.My mother obta...ned from somewhere some genuine Scottish tartan, fromwhich she crafted a kilt - tighter and shorter than any real Scottishkilt, but sufficiently convincing to be passed off as such in public. Iwore it with a military-style red jacket, with brass buttons andfrogging, that my mother had bought from Top Shop, together with a creamsilk blouse with. We talked about it and debated it a little. In the end it was decided that it was a Halloween party, this was a costume, I was going dressed anyway…I may as well look pregnant! A lot of black guys are into a white bitch, many of them would love to get them pregnant – a lot of them do, there’s love involved in it. For me it was pride…and a wish.I spent a lot of time getting ready for it; even so far as to have my hair done and getting a new pair of heels to match the dress; only three inch ones. ''I'm so sorry I didn't mean to trick you both, it's just I was born like this. I'm a girl, I know I am, but this little cock says I'm a boy. I don't want to be a boy and never have. I'm so sorry. I'll go now''.Elke's a hard woman when she wants to be, but now her eyes were teary too.''You'll do no such thing, you came her tonight to have fun and we're all going to have fun together''. Helen looked over at me my cock was till hard and she smiled.''Please believe me I've never had the guts to do. I asked her if she enjoyed last night and she said she did. I enjoy her reassurance of our life style that might offend others. I started to kiss her neck and she said, Alright Baby, we need to get up and get moving. She already knew where I was headed! She rolled over and picked up the cell phone and called up Greg to check on him to make sure he made it home alright last night. He did. They talked a little bit and I got up to use the restroom. When they were done talking, Teresa got up and.