If she knew shewasn't pregnant, she probably might have stayed in her universe andcoped with her other problems. Now she was in a world full ofstrang...ers as a man and, even more, an old man. Sure, my body wasn't asbad as it might be for my age. But anyway. Even if she wastransgendered, to become a young man her age was one thing and it couldbe worth daydreaming even for me, but to become a man Walter's age...It's ok when you already are here and you have lived those sixty sevenyears but it. I had just reached the kitchen when a bleary-eyed Jenny came slowly down the stairs, still in her sleep shorts and had put her little crop top back on.She saw that I was preparing coffee and plonked herself on the stool and looked at my transparent shorts,“Why are your shorts wet?” she asked with a confused look on her face and I had to explain that I didn’t dry myself properly and although they were starting to dry you could still make out the little chubby that was appearing, why is it that. ’ It suddenly struck me that she was letting go of her real name, her identity even, for the sake of my whim. I thought of telling her I liked ‘Donna’ after all, but I was more interested in getting to the bottom of her remarks in the pub. ‘Gina, when you talked about doing parlours and parties rather than flats, what did you mean?’ On that taxi ride I learnt more than I had ever expected to know about the London sex trade. Gina explained that, apart from walking the streets, which she. I chatted more and ate while waiting for it to work. We now had twenty-three horny guests, four of them black and still nothing from my friend…shit! When nature called – more like screamed – I took care of things then went back to chatting and pizza. I was starting to get a little more nervous but also telling myself that my friend wouldn’t stand me up – more like hoping now since I’d let the other guy in!The TV was on low in the background, I’d been chatting and caming with one of the guys who.