I had chilled some wine and found my stash.I would then go to one of the camrooms where men would masturbate together and some of those men would be i... women's underwear. I started broadcasting sure that I would get compliments for my underwear but also for my hardening cock that would eventually burst from the tiny panties. My real goal though was to be asked to Skype with someone who was also online and on cam so that I could check out his goods. Most often, he would cum and I would go back. "Oh no, you can't smoke," said the admin assistant too cheerfully,blowing out the match. "You're prego." Damn. Sure enough, my belly was round and distended, even as the upperhalf of my body was me -- male. How do I get a cigarette?I was in the writers' cubicle looking for matches. My intercom buzzed."You're girlfriend is here to see you." Frantically, I squeezed the muscle inside my vagina and patted it with anapkin, trying to clean up the semen. But it just kept coming out of me.The. Katrina seemed to regain some self-control as we walked into the lobby and she offered stand in line and get us rooms. Well, duh, she had the company charge card. My cellphone had no reception so I placed a quick call at the payphone to the wife telling her where I was and all was well, more or less.As I hung up Katrina came up to me visibly shaken and told me that the place was booked and she could only get one room, with a king size bed. Her self-control seemed to be slipping again, which I. If you want of course. I could talk your boyfriend into-" I don't have a boyfriend," I quickly added.He took another sip of wine in a suave way. "Or I could talk to your fiancé-" I'm not engaged," I cut him off."You know, maybe your husband might-" I'm not married," I laughed.He laughed along and inched closer to me. "Well, that's good to hear. I needed to find out if you were single. I didn't want to be too forward and ask you. That might make me sound desperate." I wouldn't think you'd be.