Moby the great white goldfish. Terror of the bowl. Devourer of fishflakes.Moby's fantasy was interrupted by a brief sensation of flight, followed by a...apid rushing past of watery scenery. "I'm just taking the fish for a walk"said the old man, to nobody in particular, opening the front door."You're not going to that bar again, are you Dad" called Jackie. "Last timeyou didn't come home until two, and you stank of cheap scent." What should you care" he called back over his shoulder. "And anyway,. As he and my husband drank and I waited, watching this biggish rotund beer bellied lout, cast the occasional glance in my direction, I sat in silence, dressed like a real tart in stockings, waiting for the fuck session to begin, like a condom waiting to be filled with the semen of a frustrated man. He was a trucker from England, who had met my husband earlier that day in a pub off Princess street. They had got talking, and his apparent frustration at the lack of young pussy to fuck on his. To our greatrelief this woman was so taken with the knowledge of this boy wanting todress as a girl. A big smile came upon her face, as she walked closer tome."Oh how wonderful! You really had me fooled, you look so pretty,"looking to Mummy she said, "You must be so pleased to have a son whowill let you dress him in lovely girls clothes?" No, it's not him letting me dress him, he wants to dress and be treatedas a girl. Don't you Jessica?" Yes I do, I could never live just as a boy again. It. ” I whispered to her with a slight chuckle. I was greeted with a long moan and a rustling of sheets coming through the phone. Come on over, I need you now.” home run! I quickly agreed and got her apartment number and told her I’d be there in ten minutes. Hanging up, I pulled on some clothes, checked myself in the mirror, popped a breath mint and headed out. It only took me five minutes to drive down the road to her complex and find her place. I had to adjust my pants as I walked up the stairs.