You can't

After keeping your dark secret bottled up for so long you just can't bring yourself to tell her. At this point you know exactly what she's going to say - "Why the hell didn't you tell me? WTF were you thinking?" and the bottom drops out of your stomach when you think that the next thing she's likely to do is kick you out of the car, her room, her life. So you brood and worry all the way home.

Trish does notice how quiet you are and when you pull into the parking spot near the residence. She playfully tickles your belly until you squeak. "Come on babe, lets celebrate!" she says, leading you up to the little room that's now your only home. She pushes you up against the wall as soon as you're inside and kisses you. "Mmmm, lovely. Not satisfied with carrying just one baby for me? Fuck that's hot."

You don't really get much say in what happens next, though you can't complain about the results. Trish manhandles your body, playing with all your most sensitive bits. She pushes you to the bed, gets you on your knees, even plants your face and chest against the glass of the room's one window while she rams her meat deep inside your back passage. You barely have enough functioning brain cells to register just how little you would have wanted this several months ago - and how much you crave it now.

From that day forward Trish asserts herself more and more. You don't really think of her as a dom, a master, mistress or any other title. But you rarely argue when she sets her mind to something. She never asks you to do anything really unreasonable, after all. She does listen when you say no - or at least once you say no enough times in a row. But most of the time, deep down, you find the ideas she comes up with sexy enough that you have a hard job resisting.

You have to admit, for example, that pink is a color that really suits you - even though you resisted wearing it for many months after becoming a girl.

You always tried to be quiet in bed - or elsewhere - afraid of letting the neighbors know what you were doing. But once Trish tells you how much she loves hearing your moans and screams you start letting your feeling out during sex. The neighbors must know what you're up to anyway. All the creaking from the bed and the silly grin plastered across your face next morning are decent clues after all.

As your belly grows Trish allows you every bit of leeway as far as keeping it hidden at school, but once you come home it's always skintight clothes or loose fitting but sheer blouses. That's assuming she picks an outfit that even covers your tummy. You get used to the stares, the shock and occasionally the lust that your appearance causes during dinner or movie dates. You bottle up those feelings and draw on them in the night when Trish inevitably presses you to the window and takes you.

Funny thing is that your grades are better than they were when you were a guy. Your teachers are all surprised by your A+ performance, out of line with the lower grades supposedly from your former school. It might have something to do with the fact that Trish is merciless when it comes to your homework. Your own mother never had the ability to deny you sex if you didn't finish your homework, so how could you ever have been this motivated?

And oh, do you need sex. Perhaps the one male attribute you kept was your sex drive. And pregnancy hormones, enough for a set of twins, only add to that. You make sure to fuck Trish at least twice a day, and it becomes an unwritten rule in your relationship. If she ever needs more she doesn't need to ask, instead she just unzips her fly, gropes your butt or mentions threesomes and you instantly dive for the bed, get on your knees and wiggle your ass back and forth like a cobra rearing to strike. It always gets a laugh - and an erection - from your lover.

You wake up in bed most mornings feeling very content - well, apart from a need to pee. If Trish is in the mood then you assume whichever position she desires and let her make you scream. Every morning, possibly after cleaning yourself up, you suck in a breath of Trish's wonderfully complex scent, rub your growing belly and wonder at what this new day will bring. Still, no matter how happy you are, every once in a while you stand in the shower and those memories return to you unbidden, but you let the shower wash away any tears and shove those worries back down into the black pit in the back of your mind.