George closed in on his daughter’s ass: “ow-ow-OOOWAAAH” ever more pushing to a point, then constant pressure and holding. “Breathe, Bridgie...�� Gretchen & Eleanor cooed to their sister, coaching, and Bridget continuing to yell; as she was sure he couldn’t be fit in, that they’d have to try something else, her father’s lap then smacked flush to her seat – the big stretch and a sudden pound less of available space within her – and her buttfuck was fast underway, already a good number of full. In a little less than five minutes she heard the front door open and close, and then Donna came into the kitchen."Baby, what's wrong?"And then it all came out in a flood. Donna listened to the whole story and then she said:"I hate to be an 'I told you so', but I told you not to marry that asshole. I've never liked him."Donna took her in her arms and gave her a hug."What am I going to do?" she asked her friend.Donna gave a little laugh, "What you are going to do baby, is get even."It was two. She squealed in a new voice, high and lilting rather than the gravelly rumble of Ms. Moran. She stood amazed, looking at her new body. Chelsea was dumbfounded as well. Erika and Christine, however, took everything in stride, just as Kyle had wished them to."Chelsea, you don't mind letting Hillary wear your clothes, do you?" Kyle said and wished. "Her old clothes just don't fit." Sure, Kyle, whatever you say!" she said. "I don't know what's going on here, but I'm glad to help!" But ... but I...". No, I can GUARANTEE that this is how my family will react. Andgiven my upbringing and surroundings, I doubt I will have many friendsleft either.I say "will" and almost want to cry at the word (I am suppressing tearsright now, in fact). To be honest, I didn't even mean to type it--it justcame out, both times, and I just noticed that I typed it. This is becauseI know >from what I learned last night that two things are true.First of all, I am NOT a transvestite, regardless of how I rememberfeeling.