A mile in her shoes
For ten years, I was embarrassed to call Michael Parker my father. He left me alone at age 14, with that bitch who birthed me, to “find herself.” Yes, he wanted to be a woman, and I couldn’t comprehend. Then one day, an email from “Madeline.”
A free trip to Las Vegas? Sure.
I was not prepared for the blonde beauty who greeted me with her boobs in my face. Turns out she had started as a tranny escort, and caught the eye of a casino exec, and now looked a piece surgically perfect arm candy.
We talked for hours, and she said with a taunt in her smile, “Walk a mile in my shoes, Nathan– how about Nina? I always wanted to be a mom, and I think you would make a pretty and sexy girl. You do take after me, and my doctors can take care of the rest. Trust me, money is NO object. Especially when you have a man wrapped around your pretty little finger.”
That was six months ago; tonight, her husband – and his buddy, my new boyfriend, are taking Mom and I to the hottest spot on the Strip.
“And at breakfast, we can discuss your how amazing sex is with a real man.”
Oh Mom, I hope you have more sexy fun in store for us!