She was surprised to hear that. She said, you mean someone else’s baby. I said, why not. That will solve your problem and his too. She said, no no, ...his is not good. What if he comes to know about it. I said, either you be sad for ever like this or go for a new option. The choice is yours.Then she went inside. She got tea for me and said, how is it possible? Who can help? I said I am strong enough. I have kids also, so I am certified male. She laughed and said, but you are my brother. I said I. I had never realized how comfortable girls' clothes were. Some dreamy silky stockings that made me so aroused when I slid them on I had trouble walking, and a pair of what Shelly called "Mary Jane's". I looked better than most of the other girls my age. I realized I was using other to include me. The school office got in an uproar, especially when Mom said I was to use the girls' restrooms and lockers. But the doctor's paperwork included the legal references. Mom told them if they let me. We have some self-discovery to do.’I was shocked. Philippa had never hinted that she fancied girls. Of course, I guessed alcohol had a lot to do with it so I felt compelled to go along with her plan. The whole situation was thrilling and horny.After Philippa had thrown Paul out of her apartment in a rather abrupt manner, she led me upstairs to her bedroom. It smelt of fresh paint and paste because she had just decorated it. She shut the door behind her and stumbled slightly as she flicked on. Ryan became annoyed with me and demanded for me to go to bed on the basement couch. I did what I was told. As I fell asleep, my four friends (including Ryan) were just chilling watching a movie. I slept for about two or three hours before I woke up to a loud scream. It was around 2 am. I was still somewhat hammered. The TV was still on, but no one was around. I figured everyone had left (including Ryan). The scream that woke me up...I didn't hear it again. I must have dreamt it. My mouth was.