“Who’s the father?” I asked, eager to find out who I was going to have to kill.“I can’t tell you,” she said. She looked scared again.“Ca...’t ... or won’t?” I didn’t want to even think about the possibility that she didn’t know, but it was one of the options and couldn’t be ignored.She dithered again and the tears were back. “Won’t ... I guess,” she said.“But you know,” I said. The inference that she might not know was clear.She looked surprised and then something like shock or maybe anger. ?Fully- feminised David. You know the rules,? Bethany admonished him.David shrugged and dropped his underpants.?Put the sussy belt on first David. Then when you need to go for a pissyou can drop your knickers without having to unclasp your stockings,?Bethany called over her shoulder trying not very successfully tosuppress a laugh.David had been with enough girls to know how their underwear was worn.He held out the black lacy garterbelt; shaking it so that the sixsuspenders untangled and hung. Jenny's closet door was open; my eye caught her collection of dresses.There in front was the very dress she wore for her birthday party. Itwas a short dress with a high waist and lots of ruffles. The dress waspink and white with a small print pattern of balloons, ribbons and icecream cones. It had an attached pinafore with the image of a kittenplaying with a ball of string. The sleeves were puffy with lacetrimmings. The dress looked kind of babyish for a 6 year old.I took the dress off the. 'Look at me, whiteboy!' I had dropped my head to stare at the sheet beneath me on the bed, but raised my eyes until they met his in the mirror. As our gaze met, Jay slid his cock into me in a brutal thrust, knocking my breath out of me with the sudden penetration. I could feel my eyes widen along with my hole as Jay took me again as his pussyboy. I glanced into the mirror and could see my wide eyes staring back at me. My face was a mix of pain and pleasure and something else. I couldn't.