"lets get it over with then slave" he said smiling I was so relived I pushedand pushed as hard as I could with every contraction the pain was unbearab...eand my strength was dwindling he placed his hand inside me and cupped the babieshead as I pushed and pushed until finally the head was out I lay back witha sigh of relief thinking it was all over but he just slapped my face and said "wellcome on then" the next contraction came so hard and strong it forced me tobear down as hard as I could and. " "That's just the point, son. Traci was born a girl. There's nothing wrongwith this, it happens, especially with a child that was conceived late. But she got the wrong hormones or something." "But he's a boy," Carlton insisted. "I changed his diapers enough. I knowwhat he is." "And you are wrong, son. I changed her diapers, too. We found out today, that her equipment is female. There is nothing we could ever do to makeher a functioning male and I am not going to ask her to spend her life as. But thin AND white -‘ He shook his head. ‘This old saddlebag of a face makes me look old enough. Besides, I don’t have to carry a comb now.’ They all laughed at that. Amy was watching him. He reminded her of Clint Eastwood, a little, his face was just as worn and craggy, but not as thin. His hands were veined and old, but strong and steady. His smile was frequent and warm. She liked him, he made her feel safe and comfortable. And she knew he liked her and cared about her. — For his part,. "No panties," I whispered again."I'm going to put some on as soon as I get back to my room," she said with a touch of desperation."Too late," I said.I slid my hand up her back and it was immediately apparent that she wasn't wearing a bra either. I pulled away from her to take a peek at her chest. The dress revealed the shape of a pair of breasts. Not large, but definitely breasts."No bra either?" I told you, I was just going out for a second!" I suppose. You could have skipped wearing the dress.