At least, I was very happy to live the boring life with my ladies and children. Like it would ever be boring?My phone rang. It was Ashley."Hi, Ash. Ho...w's it going?" "Hi, bro. Listen, I'd need a small favor from you. I'm getting married, and I'd like you to walk me down to the aisle."Small favor? Talk about something utterly scary. Besides, both Katy and Evelyn have already talked about dating some boys. Yet, why was I feeling so damned happy?Edited by Jmadd and JIM7Some notes from the author.... I gave him my 169 special. He was happy because he paid 200 for just pussy before. This time he got the dirt. He cruised up slowly as I walked down Drouillard, swinging my hips in a lazy high heel scr****g way. I dressed for the part, torn white t shirt with the appropriate stains, slinged up in a halter barely containing my slightly sagging tits. Blue denim skirt, well-worn so my ass cheeks peeked through the frays. Fleshy legs flexed with muscle all the way down to the perfectly shiny six. That is I like to dress like a woman and experience sex with men, other transvestites, crossdressers and women. I do NOT want to be woman, I don't stay dressed as a woman all day every day, nor am I interested in sex with men unless I am dressed as a woman. I used to consider myself a 'crossdresser' until a few years ago. To explain; that means I used to dress in female clothing, which I had acquired here and there, and wear a bit of makeup occasionally, but I made no real effort to feminise. "Well, I'm glad you turned around and came here," I told her. "I don't know if the meeting tomorrow is on the up and up but even if it is, it will be a relief to know that you're safe." Are we safe?" she asked.It was a question that I didn't have a long-term answer to."For now, yes," I stated firmly. "We need to clear up the misconception of Amelia's conception before long however."Linda smiled grimly at my attempted humor."Perhaps the 250th time will be different from the 249th," she said..