I will even try and help, I wont burn or break too much!" They both headed to the kitchen and started prepping. After plenty of laughing and jokes, b...eakfast was ready, and Kim was laying out two plates of delicious food on the table. "I wish Kelly made me a breakfast like this. Ever." Chris grinned as his eyes feasted on the pile of bacon "I would be happy with just the bacon! She wont even make that for me." "And I also made you eggs, pancakes AND hash browns!" Kim giggled with a wink "You. No little sissy was I going to raise. Kat had train sets, army men, and a B-B gun by age 7. She wore pants far more than dresses, blue jeans and camouflage were her favorites. I even convinced her that blue was her favorite color. Ok, baby blue.She liked hunting and fishing. She would grab that fish off her hook without a second thought. She climbed trees, built forts, played baseball, and kept me busy chasing her. Yes, Mary always made sure Kat had dresses and pink things, too. However, I. Obviously for some sort of testfit. Satisfied that they would he gathered them and had John raise hisfeet. The baby pants went over one foot, then the other till he liftedhis bottom to allow them over his diaper.Baby pants, and they were actual baby pants except for size, but giventhe soft pastel pattern that decorated the shiny plastic pants theywere identical. Not overly feminine but not very masculine either,John mused.It didn't matter much, that gender, John also mused, given they. . will be sorry. I can do worse things than hit it with a wet flannel!" Yes, Bronwen" I said. She left me.As soon as she'd gone the nagging thought returned. It was over an hour before I realised what it was. Bronwen had covered her breasts even when there was only a slight chance that I might see them. There must be something about them that would give me a clue to her identity. But what? It couldn't be a malformation otherwise my lips would have found it. I'd licked and sucked both breasts.