This back in 1971 and coming from a strict family I always had to wear dresses or skirts and my parents refused to let me wear mini,s like some other ...irls. I had bought one but never showed them so I took this oppurtunity to wear it as I knew my brother would not tell them, especially since he had me sucking his cock everyday for the past 2 years, but that another story(true also)So I got dressed with pantyhose and the mini with some high heels and made myself up, not sure why it was just his. "Weena! Pick it up! It's Willy." I heard her pick up and I put my receiver down."Well, Patrick. What do you think?" Mommy talk to Willy?" Right." They come here?" No. They're far away." Take flying emu?" Not soon. But we're getting a visitor later. A friend of Martha's. He writes ... uh ... stories." Dream stories?" I don't know. We'll have to ask him." 'Kay. You read story now?" Sure. You want to get a book?" 'Kay. Down." I put him down and he toddled into his room. He came back with two. Hips rose from the bed, twisting gently as her back arched and the rose caressed her stomach... In the background, soft sensual music wafted from the stereo and the room was filled with the scent of perfume to match her hair. And the rose kissed her gently on the stomach. Her eyes opened meeting my gaze clearly, each looking deeply into the others soul, blue and clear, filled with the tears of desire. Not a word was spoken as the rose caressed her soft thighs. Her legs opened gently in. She opened her eyes and blearily looked around.She was strapped into a car being driven over some waste ground. All around were factory buildings that seemed to have been in disuse for some time. How did she get here?Jeff looked over at the driving seat and snapped fully awake. Her old male body with Bill inside was there. Jeff gasped as she remembered what he had done to her. No, what she had let him do to her. She had spread her legs and virtually begged him to fuck her. She might have been.