"Das Unterseeboot kommt auf Samstag Nacht an. Stellen Sie sicher, daß die Feuerwerke bereit sind. Da üblich wir weg von den Feuerwerken einstellen, ...m alle Leute Aufmerksamkeit zu erregen." Ok, I did not exactly know what they were saying but four words stuck in my mind. Unterseeboot, Samstag, Nacht, and feuerwerken. An under sea boat, Saturday night and fireworks. I did not know what the fireworks were for, but at least they would not come as a surprise. I debated with myself whether to leave. .. gooey? True, he was tall, handsome, very polite, and sittingthere talking to me, but why did I feel that way? I'm really a boy,and boys don't like boys... do they?"Want to dance?" I... um... I can't dance!" Then we'll just stand there and sway back and forth!"The top of my head came to just about his ear, so my head naturallyrested on his shoulder. He and I managed not to maim each othertrying to dance, then a bit later, just as Greg and I sat downtogether, Sarah walked over."So! There you. .."He pulled the panties down to look. There was no penis there. Instead,there was a vertical slit. He knew this was a vulva."So it's true," he whispered, "only girls can have pussies. Santa turnedme into a girl!"Paul wasn't sure whether to be excited or disappointed. He liked the ideaof being a girl and having a pet cat. But the one thing he liked aboutbeing a boy was having a penis. He liked to be able to stand and pee.Would he now always be sitting to pee?Paul decided he might as well take. We’re gona try to double or triple her milk output this month. Darrell got some d**gs from a close friend of his that’s a pharmacists to f***e Angelique to produce more breast milk. We’ve been giving her the d**g for a few weeks and it really does work. When Angelique first started lactating she was only giving us about a quart and a half a day, now after 3 weeks of injecting her with these d**gs and hormones she easily produces over a full gallon and a half everyday, her tits have increased in.