" I... I'm Tippy," I responded with a sniffle. "A man who wears clothesmeant for girls." Not a man," Moira corrected. "A former man. Try again." My...name is Tippy," I sobbed. "I'm a former man who wears girlyfashions." And you don't ever want to be called Tipton again," Moira declared."Isn't that right, Miss Tutu?" Yes, if you say so." Not if I say so," she snapped. "But because it's what you sincerelywant." Okay. All right. I want to be called that stupid name." Bonnie," my bride said. I felt the warmth suffuse my rectum once more, flood through my bowels, wash away the filth of my innards before dumping into my belly. They pumped me so full that my midsection swelled as though pregnant, and then they pierced my septum, and hooked a bullring through my nose. They looped a chain through that ring, and led me out into the arena on my hands and knees.I had never seen so many people in all my life. A hundred-thousand beasts roiled in the stands, their numbers stretching to the. 7At York City railway station, preparing for the return trip, Ann wasstarting to feel cross.She had a timetable but for the life of her she couldn't work out how touse the bloody thing! It was just a mass of numbers and names. She scannedthrough the pages trying to find Griply but she couldn't even find that.She tried sounding out some of the words but none of it helped. She wasjust getting more and more frustrated."I know you," said a woman's voice.Ann turned and looked right into the face of. Again hesitantly she agreed, I was very happy as everything I was planning was getting successful. We had dinner and around 11 pm and she asked me to take pinku to my room as she was injured.I picked Pinku and put her on my bed and after some time she also came. She changed her gown as it was wet and now she is wearing a simple gown that covers her from top to bottom.The gown was having buttons in front as she might give breast feeding to Pinku is she wakes up. All in all I was very happy to.