"What? You're what," I asked, scarcely believing what Ihad heard. "I'm a transvestite, Jean, and you would havediscovered that soon if we kept going. ...I just had to tell you; Ifeel bad enough already that I deceived you this much." I still felt shocked, and more than a little angry, and I askedher/him, "but aren't you attracted to men? Isn't that why youdress like a woman?"She/he smiled sadly and answered, "no, not at all. Over 90% ofus, transvestites, I mean, are heterosexual; we just like. ”“No, listen to your heart, and your cock. He does have some say in it too.”“Oh, well then it’s already half-decided.”“Did you get a big hard on for Mommy?” she asked in a little girl voice.“That’s not funny.”“No, but what you need to ask is, what will she do if she doesn’t get what she needs?”“I tried to ask her that after I put the collar away. She simply said that she had to make some changes after Dad disappeared.”“She said that about her job, about making breakfast, and about getting what. I sucked and sucked, not wanting to stop the flow from coming. She did move me to the other nipple which I latched on to at once.She just kept stroking my head and telling me what a good “little” boy her Danny was. When she felt I had enough, for now, she pushed my head back gently, I smiled at her and leaned in kissed her. I thanked her profusely for this treat. She threw a cloth diaper over her shoulder, and leaned me over it and patted my back until I burped and threw up a little of it. I. She half-smiled as if out of politeness and pressed the question somehow lamely:"Maybe it's a lot, but why not?"Then Ethan broke into a fit of laughter that completely surprised Nicole, adding:"He's going to ask for a divorce when he finds out, you know. I'm not one for breaking up a marriage, but when I do tell him - and I will, mind you - the poor fellow will be demolished. Does he at least know you're a yank?" He does. We were married in Louisiana, actually." That's were you're from.