You think it can be done

After quickly talking it over you and Trish agree that you can do it. After all, you're on the way to an all girls school full of pretty young things. There's a good chance of finding one who fits the bill. The only tough part will be keeping Trish out of this fantasy girlfriend's pants. For all her talk of **** on the bitches you've seen how she licks her lips at the thought of Bethany's box wrapped around her schlong. You thank Sam and promise your best efforts. At least he won't be a complete disaster in terms of matchmaking - he's easy on the eyes, takes care of himself and has money. Hopefully you can find a girl who doesn't care where that money comes from.

It feels like a weight lifted off your shoulders. Not having an ID, not being able to do so many little things has started to become annoying. If it weren't for your addiction to Trish's cock it would probably be even worse. Back in the car Trish gives you another hug and shocks you with a question. "Do you think we'll be too early if we head over now?" When she sees your quizzical expression she adds "To the party?"

Wow, you totally forgot. "Are you sure I'll be okay?"

"Why not? We already know that you're hooked on my cock, not just anyone's."

"Well I can't go over looking like this."

Trish snorts and gives you a big grin. "You're really turning into a girl now."

Just days ago that would have made you protest, but now you sit and think for a moment. Dressing up for Trish, eating right and exercising to keep your figure, chatting constantly on the phone, checking out your new earrings in the mirror, looking forward to your new, female driver's licence and now worrying about having the perfect party outfit. All you can say is "Yeah".

That gets you a long, heartfelt hug from Trish. A good thing you aren't still a guy, because the way you're feeling the boner would have lasted all afternoon. "I guess I'm starting to accept it," you say, gently moving Trish's hand to your stomach. You push it up and under your thin blouse so her hand is touching your bare belly. Trish snuggles up against you so your head rests comfortably against the curve of her neck. You both sit like that for a while, nearly frozen in place, neither of you willing to end this moment.

The calming touch of your lover's body makes you feel comfortable, free, as if you can do anything or say anything and it will be alright. So you do. "I, um, hate to say it, but as a guy I didn't pay much attention when it came to girl things." Freedom to say anything - yeah, sure, but you're still not Shakespeare.

"Well you seem to be getting the hang of it. I think you're dressed up just perfectly for a party. I know you did it for me, but every guy there will be drooling."

"Nnnn," you reply, pressing her hand more firmly against your belly and the baby growing within, "I meant girl stuff." Fuck - why can't you just say 'having a baby'?

"Oh. Ohhh! Okay, what do you want to know?"

You sigh. "I don't even know what I want to know. It really wasn't my problem before. I was sure eventually my girlfriend - well, hopefully my wife by that point - would tell me anything I needed to know."

"Well I'm probably not going to be that helpful. I always thought I was supposedly infertile, so to me it all sounded like stuff other, luckier, girls would have to deal with." She starts chuckling. "Aren't we two peas in a pod? The only thing either of us knew was how not to get a girl pregnant and now..." she rubs your tummy.

"Yeah. But now I think I'm okay with it."

"That's probably a severe case of cock addiction talking."

You pull back enough to turn your head and give Trish a long, smoking hot kiss. "No."

"I hope you still feel this way when you start getting morning sickness." She moves her hand down your belly and slips it under your belt, under your skirt. You feel paralyzed with desire. "You didn't wear any panties?" she asks as her questing fingers move far enough to touch your bare quim.

"I didn't want to ruin the look of the skirt!"

"You never have to worry about that with a pleated skirt" she says with a huge smile. "With such a short skirt panties are ever so important." She gives you another kiss before continuing. "I mean you just need to sit wrong or bend over too fast and you'll flash people." Her finger rubs your pussy, tracing through your copious juices. "I know you dressed up like this for me, but are you bold enough to wear this to a party?"