Roy was in the kitchen, drinking coffee and working with stacks ofsmart paper. Modern stuff. Not the magazines that Kinny had loadedinto his beast ups...tairs.Roy smiled when he saw Kinny. Kinny returned the smile and wentupstairs. Roy followed him. It alarmed Kinny at how quietly the bigman moved. If he hadn't seen Roy get up from the table he wouldn'thave known he was being followed.Roy grabbed Kinny just as he was about to step into ... somebody'sbedroom? His own. Roy's hands were warm. Hot.. I smell of my next door neighbour's sperm. I have it on my inside legsand in my hair. I am dressed as a French Maid and I need a shower.The child that's growing inside of me will, unless I can find him or hera stepfather grow up without a Dad.I unzip my dress and let it fall to the floor as I think back to when Iwas once a man. I watch as my pantyhose becomes an anklet and my braturns into a necklace.My shower gel has turned to shower milk and my razors are now ladiesrazors. Everything King. He also has a piercing through the head of his penis, which Georgia later learnt was called a Prince Albert. Apparently it makes intercourse more pleasurable for the man. At the time of her rape, though, she didn’t know about such things and thought it was some sort of injury.Now that her jeans were down around her knees, he pulled down her panties. This time she was wearing black ones. They were sturdy cotton panties, so they didn’t rip or tear, but moved down her thighs. She didn’t take. I know I'll find someone one of these days but it sure gets old not having any female companionship." Hang in there fella, your time will come." I said this while leaving.Andy and I were eating at a nice Italian restaurant she had recommended as I was telling her about how the guys had acted when I told them I had a date with a beauty."They would take one look at me and run," Andy said stirring her fork in the pasta. "Young guys don't want a middle aged huge lady." You might be wrong Andy and.