You will only think of yourself as women."Again, nods of agreement."You have always been women inside. Your true self-image is female. You have always...wished you were a girl, just like your wife. You want to be with her, but you want to *be* her too. You *need* to be a girl. You *need* to wear her clothes. You *need* to feel like her. You *have* to! More than hunger, more than thirst, you feel your feminine needs now. It is all that really matters to you."The men were all in total agreement.. I placed it on the floor at her feet and knelt before her."You thirsty?" she asked with that wicked grin.I knew then what she was planning. I wanted to leap to my feet and scream no and leave, but she knew my name and address, so I no longer had that option. Resigned, I planted my mouth over her pussy and nodded I was ready. She let loose with a stinging blast of piss, steaming hot and acrid, like a bitter medicine the doctor forces on a recalcitrant patient. It came out so fast, I couldn't. “It’s supposed to be like the most painful thing imaginable.”“Don’t believe everything you’ve heard,” Emma said. “My mother said she never had much more than discomfort. I told her about your situation and she said every birth is different. Some of them go smoothly enough that the mother and baby could almost go home the same day.”They chatted about pregnancy and childbirth for a little while and then Emma said she had to go. “We’re going out to a late dinner,” she explained.We signed off and. ” With that June Calloway rang off leaving Allison wondering if she had indeed been dressed as Allison had, at first, assumed.Some hours later, Allison made her way over the Thames, across the Millennium Bridge, towards the bulk of the old Bankside Power Station looming in front of her. The late afternoon sun was slanting across its brick facade. She edged her way through the crowds emerging from the Turbine Hall and found the lift to the building’s sixth floor. A waiter greeted her at the door.