What was interesting was that she didn’t put on a clean pair and walked out to the bathroom to clean her teeth and as I needed to pee I followed her...putting her panties down on the bed.My early morning coffee had gone right through me as I stood there pissing like a racehorse and could see Janie watching through the bathroom mirror, “Hehe sir, I see you peeing sir” she said with a giggle as she rinsed her mouth out and instead of leaving the bathroom she stepped over and stood next to me. She just stared at me for a while and said that I should have asked her for her lingerie before I just look the liberty and wore it. She stepped back a few steps and said that I did look kinda' cute wearing her stuff but that I needed some help in the boob department, hair style and make-up. She then proceeded to do my make-up and re-style my longish hair into a more feminine style. After she was done with all this she rolled up some stockings and inserted them into "my" bra. She had me stand. "His hair is red as fire!" Celine stuttered in her soft voice."A holy, white child. You are a blessed mother Hazel," Palus said, cutting the cord bonding mother to son."Mother he is so large. So beautiful," Celine stated, holding the crying baby for a moment before putting her brother to their mother's breast."My son. I have a son," Hazel responded. Her thick, husky voice a testament to the long labor and hours of missed sleep."It's only fitting he emerged to the red sky," Swarta pronounced.. As I drifted through the afterglow of my climax I remembered what I had been dreaming; I had shown him my trimmed body and he approved. My hand lingered, stroking my pussy lightly as I thought about him.For the next few months I studied him whenever he was near. I didn’t have any more dreams about him but sometimes I got that exciting little hum between my legs by thinking or looking. I had learned that massaging myself could send me over a very pleasant edge so I quietly brought myself to.