“Well, yeah, I suppose I do.”“Some practical reason, I expect,” I said. “Keeping stuff out unless it’s a dick-shaped object that you actua...ly want in there. It hasn’t got a zip, has it? Or buttons.”“Or Velcro,” she said, and we both laughed.“Yes, so it sort of seals itself,” I said. “I’m not really an expert in human design.”“I’ll tell you what you are an expert in,” Mandy said, breathing in deeply. “Licking my fucking hole. Maybe we should just shut up and have sex. I’m gonna cum.”Suddenly her. "Now I suppose it is time we talked money," Chuck announced, "I have for the past twelve months been getting this meat from my supplier and insisting that it came from your property, but I want to take a bit more control so I'm certain it is only your meat that I am being supplied as I know that the quality is consistent and that I am getting what I pay for. So I have arranged for your livestock to be processed and butchered at a new facility just out of town here. All I ask of you is to have. Slowly, a long, semi-transparent tube erects from the brain bug’s puckered bumhole-like mouth with a gentle, wet skwidging. It erects above his rectum. A huge spike bends down from the front. The pipe has a thick, meaty stink. Droplets of thick, stinking slime drip from it, onto his purt bottom cheeks, trickling down the crack and making it smelly. Jonothon watches the spike, mesmerised by it. His breathing becomes very fast. Suddenly, the brain bug slams the spike down. Jonothon screams in. Like most tranzies, I'd begun "voguing" in earlychildhood. Even then, I'd known it was something which had to beconcealed at all costs. Cross-dressing is an activity which carries asmuch shame as it does joy. Part of it is the guilt imposed on thepractice by mainstream society, but mostly, it's the overwhelmingpotential for exposure. And exposure is inevitable. Despite all thesafeguards, escape routes and precautions you take to evade detection,you're going to be found out. One day, you'll.