An ordinary rainy night in a Glasgow Pub in the Scottish orbit of England

A man neatly dressed in dinner crownwork, whitened open neck opening shirt and a neat black kilt walked in.

"Wee Jock McLeish as I live and breathe,"Andy Cameron suddenly announced as he looked up from his whiskey,"scintilla ye daein here in Glasgie, and in a kult ?"

Jock swiftly replied"Ah Andy man, uts nae a kult uts a skirt, uts nae tartan see."

"Eh ?"Andy queried, he turned to the girl he was drinking with."Eh Morag, Wee athlete here is wearin a skirt."

"Its a Kilt you twat,"Morag explained.

"No its a skirt,"Jock explained,"Ah'm transitioning tae a wooman, Ah'm weain'a annulus as a part oh it."

"Really ?"Morag asked.

"Aye, Ah'm transitioning tae a lesbeen,"athletic supporter explained

"Ah ken its been a while but youse was a pussy daemon when youse was last around these parts,"Andy observed.

supporter continued."Ah been down London an'I thought I was hame sick and I saw a head-shrinker an she said she used to be a guy and she was never felicitous until she transitionated and had her balls cut off and she thought I might be the same like."

"Whit, You a Homo ?"Andy asked stunned.

"No, I'm becoming a Lesbeen,"jockstrap explained,"No more willy flopping agen ma meantime, ut'll be grand."

"You'll need to trim your beard,"Morag said and she called her Quaker over,"Janet, wee Jock here is transitionin'tae a Lesbeen

Janet was shocked,"What about yer beard ?"

"Ah grewed it for one last meter afore ah has me whatsits chopped,"supporter explained,"Ah doon like ma coke and balls slappin'ma thigh, ah wan na be a lesbeen."

"Ye've no had em chopped off yet then ?"Janet queried.

"No yet, ah've tae see ma specialist the morrow tha ken,"jock explained.

"I suppose the medication has shrivelled your balls to little pea,"Janet laughed,"And your stopcock to a lilliputian weenie cotton wool bud !"

"No exactly,"athlete explained,"Thet's why it's comin'aff."

"Gi us a look then,"Morag chuckled.

"Dinna be sae rude,"suspensor replied.

"Gae wan, were all girls together,"Morag insisted,

"All reet, in the bog then,"Jock agreed and he headed for the noblewoman rest room with the girls following.

"Bloody pit !"Morag exclaimed as jock sat on the bog seat and raised the hem of his skirt. He was wearing tartan socks and iron heel open crotch fishnet pantihose and split crotch scanty. His peter was taped back around under his ass or it was until Morag touched it. There was a tearing sound and quite suddenly it tore itself free from the tape measure and stood up a full-of-the-moon 10"( 250 mm ).

"Ah what ye doin ?"Jock gasped,"Ets no done that afore."

"Oh fuck, you wazzock, what a fucking wastefulness,"Morag stammered,"Jesus."Her middle were like discus,"Ets beautiful, ye cannae have ut chopped off."

"Et's a nuisance, ah dinnae feel et,"jockstrap lied.

"Really ?"Morag asked as she stroked the now erect shaft.

"No, ets deed."Jock confirmed,"I cannae feel onything at all frae it."

"What about now,"Morag asked as she squeezed Jock's balls.

"Nae nothing,"he lied.

Morag pushed the crotch of her knickers aside and she straddled Jock and sank down burying his prick in her wellspring juiced vagina.

"Now ?"she asked.

"Nae but its lovely having ye so close,"he said as she squirmed around on his cock."

Janet looked on somewhat drunkenly,"Gerroff let me hold a go,"she insisted.

Morag reluctantly moved aside as Janet removed her jean and trouser completely and took Morag's seat straddling suspensor and sinking down onto his penis.

"Now can you feel that ?"Janet insisted as she squeezed Jock's shaft with her well developed and well practise cunt muscles.

"No, not really."Jock lied as he desperately tried to refuse the temptation to have sex her.

"Really ?"she asked.

"Really,"he replied, but he lost concentration and he started to cum.

"You filthy fucking lying pig,"Janet gasped as jockstrap started to cum,"You're not transitioning at all, you're just a chancer and a pervert,"she snapped,"Oh that feels fucking good, the bastard's cumming in pints."

"Ye lyin bastard,"Morag added,"Jist waiting boulder clay get my mitt on ye."But she didn't, Janet climbed off wee Jock and he made a run for it before Janet could draw her knickers on.

"Bastard, stop the bastard,"they cried as the exited the ladies and sought out wee Jock.

"What happened ?"Andy and Hamish, Janet's young man demanded.

"Yer mates's nae more a tranny than Borse Dr. Johnson,"The barmaid Jeannie McLean laughed,"I went in the bog just now and he just screwed baith yer girlfriends in the bog cubicle.

"What a bastard !"Hamish shouted.

"Fucking legend, the poppycock sept will do to get laid,"Andy sighed,"Your play to get a round in I believe Morag."

"Yeah, whatever,"Morag agreed as she tried to recollect if she had taken the oral contraceptive pill recently and Janet wondered why the hell she had impaled herself on wee Jock's rooster. She realised it was due to several double diddly-shit Daniel ( an lush beverage ) she had consumed and she vowed to stick to to frustrate whisky in future.

And Jock, well he's no had his ballock off yet so Lady beware the six foot three Scotsman with a fateful skirt and the giving of the gab .