"You're a boy, Chris," she said through tears. "We can't pretend you're agirl anymore. You have to go to school."The next couple of years were difficu...t ones for Chris. Because he was brightand well-behaved, he did well in class, and his teachers adored him. But hehad some difficulty fitting in with the other children. So his mother hadbeen pleased with she heard he had been asked to join a group oftrick-or-treaters."Can I go as a girl, mommy? Please? It's just pretend, I know," he. Satisfied with my face and hair I continue my self-inspection. Mynecklace is of silver and diamond to match the earrings and liescomfortably at the base of my throat in three strands, elegant but nottoo ostentatious. My dress is by Dior, a silver halter-neck designed tobe simply stunning, the neckline plunges to my waist and the back istotally bare almost to my buttocks. No bra for me tonight; double sidedtape holds my breasts and dress in place to make sure that I have nomishaps. I smile as I. Taking each others hand the stepped up on stage, all the guys roared their appreciation as Mary and Sarah started kissing and groping each other. Sarah slipped down in front of Mary, pulling down her panties and then burying her face into Mary's pussy. Mary ground her pussy into Sarah's mouth as she managed to pull her own panties down to more cheers from the guys. It was all too much for one guy who stepped up and undid his jeans, pulling out what Mary described as the biggest cock she had. Looking around himself and behind, a sailor accepted his challenge to question the location of the girl and shrugged, ‘I don’t know.’ ‘Well, we can’t worry about her now. There’s a storm brewing. Batten down the hatches and drop sail. We’ll never make it to shore before she breaks us up against the rocks. We’ll have to ride this one out.’ Oblivious to the impending storm and not listening to their new leader, the crew mumbled their interest over the missing girl. ‘Go fetch her lads,’ said one.