Annoyed the old man walked to the base of the stairs with Dane not far behind. Before he could get half way up Dane shouted, "So what do we even call you? What's your name!" The old man stopped and looked down at his new son an smiled.
"It doesn't matter now. You will call me Mother, because I am Rebbeca Real." He laughter as he continued climbing the stairs. As he got to the top his heels began to pinch. He slipped them off his new nylon cases slender feet before walking into the bedroom. Once inside, he stopped at the full length mirror and viewed his new body for the first time. "Wow this ain't bad." Rebecca murrmered as he ran his new hand over his tight black bra. He wiggled out of his tight skirt and stood there for a minute I'm just his nylons. Just as his hand reached his back side adjusting his thong....
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