my clothes divination is wrong

"Until now, I've been struggling with the question of whether or not it was okay to have children with George, whether I could do intimate things with men. However, during our happy life together, various mental barriers have been disappearing, or I've been discussing with my other self."

Now, I accept her dual personality as a matter of course, but when I think about it calmly, I realize she's saying something pretty weird, which makes me wryly smile.

"I want to have your baby. I want a child."

"Michelle..."

I silenced her with a kiss. Her sweet sigh slipped out. My bulge pressed against her through my black long skirt. It was unthinkable without her presence that my penis, which had been so fearful of women and had been so shrunken, was now so erect that it was about to burst.

The way I tell whether it's Michelle or Susan in front of me every day is by looking at her clothes. If she's dressed flashy, it's Susan; if she's dressed modestly, it's Michelle. But today, my clothes divination was wrong.

As far as I could see, this was the first time Michelle had worn a skirt instead of pants. Also, she was wearing a blouse with cuter decorations than usual. It's more modest than Susan's average, but it's quite a challenge for Michelle. Probably, something has changed in her feminine heart.

After she kissed my chest and navel, she started to unzip my pants.

"Are you going to give me a blowjob?"

"I'm a little scared to do that. But I want to try a hand job. I want you to feel good."

She skillfully took my penis out from the gap in my trunks and started to gently stroke it up and down.

"That... feels good..."

To my pathetic voice, she gave me a truly happy smile, like an angel.

"Are you about to cum?"

"Yeah, I'm about to."

"Go ahead."

Her innocent face, as if she were handling a child's toy, pierced my heart, and I released the first wave from my penis. And it landed on her cheek. She scooped it up with her finger and licked it.

"I've defiled Michelle."

"I'm already mentally tarnished enough, so it doesn't matter."

"That's not true. You have such a warm heart and so much compassion."

"Thank you. I always thought I was really a bad person. But I have to work hard to become a truly compassionate person. After all, I'm going to be a mother from now on."