I went over some film last night of him playing the position. Most of the fundamentals aren't any different than anywhere else. Is that what you're lo...oking for?" So you're not pissed that I'm yanking you all over the field?" LaCross asked. "You're not going to hold a press conference or some shit like that?" I hadn't planned on it," Brock said. "Sure, in an ideal situation, I'd be back at shortstop. Guerra wouldn't have been shot. Al and John would be healthy. Cerutti won't have been an asshole. Passing myself off as a real girl was the most thrilling thing that I had ever done. I got so confident, that I went home, put on a dressier skirt, high heels and a lovely white silk see through blouse that showed off the pretty lace on my slip, and I walked down to the local teen hangout place.No one, not even my best friend recognised me. I was in seventh heaven. Guys kept hitting on me, and I found that I adored being the centre of their attentions. I loved being treated like a girl, a. "Make me your filthy, dirty, sissy faggot whore" Gracie whimpered and once again felt her head pounded against her headboard. Gracies eyes fell shut with her eyeballs rapidly fluttering behind them. Her jaw went slack and her entire body wanted nothing but to submit to her sexy kitten Jenny who was now a Black Panther ravaging her body."DEEPER!!!" Gracie screamed, a scream like no other. It was almost desperate, almost as if her body was begging for what was happening to it and needed. But now she had to pee sobadly it was beginning to hurt! Why had she drunk so much last night? Hadn't she promised herself before that she'd never touch anotheralcoholic drink again? Why the hell hadn't she kept that promise?Between the beer and the queasiness in her stomach from her period, shefelt nauseous! She rolled out of bed and hurried to the bathroom -bent nearly in two. Peeing helped, but not a lot. Her pad was a mess.She considered not changing it since she would be getting a.