I did as he said, the enema felt weird but not bad. I put on a pink thong ,black mini skirt, padded bra, t-shirt and new sneakers. Then I put on make-...p. Looking in the mirror, I looked good, but I wished my hair looked more girly. It wasn’t real short, but it wasn’t long enough and didn’t have much style. I went downstairs and Daddy was sitting in front of the tv eating. Getting up, he said “I almost forgot- here.“ He handed me a nice looking long brown wig- the same shade as. Old enough to be Katie's grandfather, I suppose we are the ultimate odd-couple. Lest anyone point the finger in my direction however, allow me to make a few observations. I love my PSG dearly (little in-house joke there for the few of you able to make the connection). Together, we view our life on a remarkably even keel. A life I may add that is not governed by social dictate or a need to have been born in "acceptably close" time-frames. She keeps me young, I chip-in with the recalled images. Then I heard the door to the hallway close, and heavy footsteps coming up the stairs. I lit a cigarette and crossed my bare legs to look as sexy and whorish as I could. Then a knock. "D'Wayne?" Yeah," he said."Come on in," I said. The door opened and he came into the kitchen. He smiled that cute, crooked smile that exposed the one missing front tooth. "You mad at me, Keven?"I threw my head back and exhaled and laughed. "Why should I be mad, honey? A fine ass man just showed me that he has. Anyways, quickly I switched off the TV, and hastily put on my small shorts that were kept nearby (which could barely hide the heavy bulge). I looked through the keyhole and was… Amazed, surprised, something likes ‘shock and awe’. Standing outside the door was my favorite bhabhiji clad in a plain nighty (not the sexy kind but the normal plain and simple). I opened the door as if I had not seen the person outside and had just hastily come to open the door. I opened the door wide and immediately.