"Please see me in my office, right away!" a curt woman'svoice came over the phone. And that voice, it sounded like arat's scraping its bitchy claws ag...ainst a cold, cold chalkboard,juxtaposed against such a beautiful summer day. The voice seemedthrilled at the prospect. Of course, it was that bitch from HR.And yes, it was clear enough to me - this is the sound of gettingfired - again.I hung up the phone and looked down dejectedly from my officewindows, looked far down below to the street. Eyes. Yeahhhhhhhh, you thought you were such a top when you first walked into my home and introduced yourself, but look at you now, anally riding my cock like the whore you are. Ohhhhhhhhhh yeah, riding it while everybody else watches, you showing us all that The Black Widow is nothing but an anal whore. God, forget my husband, I shouldn't be letting a piece of filth like you around my c***dren! Mmmmmmmmm fuck, I shouldn't let you step foot in my home you fucking tramp, ooooooooooooh. I did."When was your last period little one?" He asked me while stroking my tummy. "Almost 3 weeks ago daddy." I said on a whisper, not really wanting to share the information. He smiled and seemed pleased and I frowned a bit. "Your fertile baby. I can't wait to fill you with the seed that made you so we can have our own baby. I also can't wait to see your tummy grow big and round and see your tit's swell with milk." He moaned out, opening my legs to him. He ran his fingers over my bald slit. "Unfortunately for your sick plan, you were wrong in all yourassumptions," I yelled, "firstly I am not a transsexual, I don't wantto be a woman, I'm doing all of this for my daughter and my wife andsoon enough I'll be rid of what you wanted to feel."I paused for breath and to let the implications of my first statementsink in."Secondly I have a letter from Susan giving me express permission todress this way, have a female ID and use the disabled toilets," I lied,knowing there was no way he could.