"So they stripped me and pushed me in here to get pregnant," she explained."Oh, I see. Well, hey - you know, if you don't want to--"But Heather cut me...off with a finger on my lips. Motioning with her head to the girls outside the tent, she reached under the mattress and pulled out a note pad and paper.I do not want to have sex, she wrote."That's okay--" I started, before being cut off again.To get into the club, I had to vow to get pregnant, she wrote, but I don't want to. We have to fake. "Not too much", she said, "But enough to make you look feminine."She then smoothed on foundation and powder and began work on my eyes. We were going nightclubbing so there was a lot of mascara and thick black eyeliner and smouldering grey eyeshadow. As she was doing my face Marion and Janice each had taken one of my hands and before I knew it I had on half inch nail extensions which were painted a bright red to match the lipstick that Alex brushed onto my lips. My hair was quite short as was. .I don't know what to say."We stood there in something of a Mexican standoff. Him looking down at mein shock, me looking up at him as tears burbled from my eyes. At least Iwasn't sobbing.Finally, his expression softened. He puts his right hand under my chinand wiped away the tear trail down my left cheek. "You really are a girl.Aren't you?"I nodded my head. I reached up and clasped my hands behind his neck. Istood on tip-toe and whisper close to his ear, "Yes. I am."I leaned my curves against. .."Joan owned a banged-up old Volkswagen beetle, and when she and Wayne got into it moments later, it was impossible not to become aware of their closeness. She set her mind on the task of driving, however, vowing not to let his nearness affect her any more than it was already. She could feel tiny tendrils of lurid excitement creeping unwontedly through her body as it was, tingling involuntarily up from between her aching secretion- moistened loins, and she struggled with all of her strength to.