She was happy with her lyrics, but her teacher described her music as "too derivative", and suggested some alterations, which she was working on.Trevo... invited Dinah to show him her lyrics, but she sang them instead, to the music that she had started with."Just be my baby; my special child,I'll take you in my arms;My milk will feed you well.I'll keep you warm while you sleep;Defend you from all harm;Until you wake again and cry,For my special charm.Just be my baby, as you grow,And know that I. Maybe a female equivalent of you."An interesting idea popped into my head. I knew I couldn't find anothergirl now at this late date, we had about a week to go. I knew from thefew times I dressed up in my sister's clothes that I could get away withpassing as a girl as I am slightly built, have hips that are wide for amale. I had bought a pair of breast forms on-line recently. I have astrong desire to dress as a woman, but I really don't know how I feelabout it. I figured that I would dress. I sat next to him, running my hands over his body. 'Does Jane know you get your blowjobs from other women?' I asked. 'You’re the first. Will you tell her?' he asked. 'No, but you have to try and talk her into having a threesome. I want to join you both in bed. Actually, I really want to fuck your wife but you are quite welcome to join us,' I said, picturing Jane's stocking clad legs and her long nipples. 'It might take some time and she might not be interested,' he warned. 'Not a problem.. She found a dress to pull on and quickly brushed her hair but collapsed on her bed. She was too afraid to move. Eventually the roaring went away and in the quietness she could hear almost normal things around her. There was no yelling or angry voices. Just quiet conversation and people moving about. After what seemed like hours there was a soft knocking on her door and her father's voice."Betty, are you alright? Would you come out please, I need speak with you." He said in a quiet voice. "I.