How Grand not to be a Man!

 Atop my nakedness, at the breastsbulge, and
a camo cover cloth cupped,
I go out. The door behind locks, the panty 'neath
my dress a nonetheless nudity
that Secret shaping She of me
frees.

Ma'am I now am O O
such present bliss not to be
man. How Grand!

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