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Everything seemed to be going fine, until the nurse looked at my records and got a very funny teen expression. She quickly passed diaper me to a doctor, who talked to me while the nurse was present. “Kerry, we’re kind of puzzled. Your student records show that you are male.” Shit. How was I going to get out of this? I couldn’t Lesbian exactly tell them I’d had what amounted to a sex change that afternoon. If they even believed me, it would cause the kind of stir that neither Carl nor I needed. “Do I look like a man or a woman?” “You look like a woman – at least clothed.” fetish “I’ll be happy to let you check me unclothed.” I stood up, unzipped my jeans and pulled down jeans and underwear before they could even react. Once I’d bared my pussy, I pulled up petite my shirt to show my boobs, as well. They gaped and looked at each other, then the doctor spoke. “You certainly are a woman, but are you Kerry?” My student ID showed me as I’d been at the start of the school year, with slightly shorter hair, among other things. Luckily it was not a full body photo. “I’ve let my hair grow out some since my picture was taken, and puberty really hit me in the past few months, changing me in unexpected ways.” “So it would seem. Well, Kerry, we’ll see you back here for a gynecological exam and likely some birth control.” “Thank you, doctor.” “I’m having another go on that leg spreader.” Zoe said. I said now think about it for a second, she was diaper just looking at me, then she started to Smile and said the AI’s, you got it, I have already started to use them more, haven’t I Sissy and Baby Girl. He started complaining about fetish his wife a bit. The hair of Momo’s head and tail stood on end and she gave a ferocious hiss. My petite little sister licked her lips as she leaned her head between my thighs. "Come on, now, _faggot_ or no _faggot_," Bull replied, with added "Tickle?" he asked, but she shook her head no, closing her eyes. “Yes, yes, eat my pussy, Mom!” she said. Woo wee! A few days past when I was at the game room, John came up to me and told me he had found the car and said we should Lesbian take a drive and talk about it. “Oh, Madam President!” howled Brianne. Sure enough, by the time I pulled into my driveway, Rachel was waiting for me, teen arms crossed over her chest, leaning against the tailgate of her beat-up truck. I then look at my dresser and saw Matt had gotten my lube out. Then she grinned and sucked on my nipple. The cashier glanced at me again.