” I paused. “It may have started out voluntary but this is more than anyone would want. Also, she needs medical attention.”“Evan, I know. She ...on’t be happy since it will become public.” She took a deep breath. “I’ll call 9-1-1 and get the police and an ambulance moving.”At that moment, Susan moaned. “Don’t do that! It would ruin me. I’m sorry, Morgan. Give me another chance. If the police and EMT’s come, the brokerage will let me go. You can’t do that!”“Mother, what assurance can you give us. “And me in boots like these?”“No objection at all,” I answered, Lia laughing as I suggested. “So maybe try a one-off $3 poster of you in those and see how it goes?”Lia nodded. “Makes sense but I hope they do take off, even becoming their own theme.”“Oh?” I asked, curious about her enthusiasm.Lia grinned. “Yep ‘cause when I put these on I need you to bone me like a ‘boudoir babe’?”“A ‘boudoir’ babe?” I asked, wondering at the difference.“Yep. That’s where you bone me and I keep the boots. " Linda laughed and agreed, and Scott reluctantly undressed and put the nightie on. "It suits you, Scotty, why don't you wear it all the time in the house?"Her mom agreed, he looked cute in it, and it would make it easier for Melissa to take his cage off, and to put it back on him when required. Scott's face was flaming red with embarrassment, although he had to admit that the nightie was much more comfortable over his cage than trousers had been.When mom had left, Scott was left feeling really. "It has been a lovely evening and I'm thrilled you asked me out, but wecan't see each other again." Why?" I was disappointed."Because I'm a man!" Whitney exclaimed with some passion.So there it was. The girl of my dreams was a man."I guessed you were," I replied as evenly as possible."You did?" Whitney seemed astonished."There were things I noticed. Are you a transvestite or transsexual?" A transsexual. I'm undergoing gender reassignment. I have boobies butstill a penis." Whitney paused before.