I'll not forget that frozen, late summer day when my Katherine came to me and told me about her late period. I felt the days we'd spent together come ...rashing in on me - the nights in the hotels, the afternoons in forest clearings, stolen mornings in my marriage bed. If I had impregnated my daughter...Why hadn't we been more careful?The summer was spent in carnal lust. I felt like a teenager again, with my young wife. I felt that nothing could go wrong. I could do no wrong.Now, my golden-headed. " Dylan interrupted, "hmmm, now that you mentioned there seemedto be a lot of squirrel and bird nests up in the trees around it, samethings?" Oscar gave me a look, "probably, that means were not going toget anywhere near it without making them aware of us toying with it.We're going to have to hack the stuff in the house.As for going back in the house, we can talk about Food, Booze, Sports,and Alpacas. You will take your meditation class with headphones. Bedtime is early tonight, okay?" Dylan. They cam in unmarked brown boxes, which were right next to my stoop.I squatted down to pick them up. Now any time I squatted, I made sure to use good form: Keeping a slight curve in my lower back, tightening my abs, and using my butt as much as possible. I had been doing them for so long that my jeans started to feel to small sometimes, like today - the back of my jeans slid down just a bit, revealing the top of a black lacy thong, with a red and black checkered pattern over my cock and pulled. He didn't recognize himself anymore, but at the same time, he saw someone weirdly beautiful. He wished, stupidly, that he had a skirt, to hide the purple plastic panties. His face was sculptured. Pale, with too much base makeup, the purple rouge, the purple eye shadow, the purple lips, the blonde wig contrasting.He blinked. The fake lashes blinked with him."Oh God. I am beautiful." He began to fall to his stockinged knees. "I don't want to be so pretty."Nurse held him up by his shoulder. "Got.