We all used to have our own toiletries but its beenmuch tidier and less confusing since everybody has taken to using thesame brands as Rachel; the sam... brand shampoo, the same brandconditioner, the same brand deodorant, the same brand tampons."Wait, tampons?" I thought. That's not right, I don't need tampons... Butjust then I caught a glimpse of my smooth rear in the mirror, and there,between my ass cheeks, was a string.... "Crap!" I thought, "how long hasit been since I changed it?" I. Take my pick, she said."Why can't I stay home?" I asked.She looked at me crossly. "Not an option, Matt. Curtain A, or Curtain B? You don't have to decide right now." I want to stay here," I repeated.She rolled her eyes.The next day, ready to go with Cousin Jack's family, she confounded me by asking: "Why should I trust you here alone?"I shook my head, misunderstanding. "I don't want Aunt Lucy and Uncle Rich. Uncle Rich is a real creep, Mom." No," she said impatiently. "Why should I trust you. We sucked each other, jacked each other, and soon we were all at the point where we were ready to blow our wads. As if we had set alarms, we all 3 began shooting hot bursts of cum all over each other. Cum was flying everywhere. It landed on our chests, each other's cocks, the floor--it was everywhere.We finished cleaning up and got dressed. We talked about the subject at hand--play calling strategy for the upcoming championship game. We came up with a plan that was known only to us. It had lots. I on theother hand, played a concert grand piano, and had won many awards forit. Between that, Gina's knowledge of my past stints dressed as a girl,and my her serious desire to quit the pageant scene, is why Gina was nowafter me to take her place. She wanted me to fill in for her. I couldjust see it. Me, tripping across the stage in heels wearing a thousanddollar gown, then trying to play a piano with long nails! No matter howmuch I liked being a girl, or maybe even wanted to be a girl, there.