Shemale

It was embarrassing, humiliating, even if nothing was explicitly said, and I couldn’t wait for it to be over. I did understand their shock, I had changed a great deal especially with my huge pregnant belly sticking out of my simarobe.

I was four months pregnant, with twins. Just carrying one Killian baby was hard, because they were bigger than Jann, and carrying two was a struggle. The upside was that pregnancy only lasted six months, as compared to nine for Jann.

I looked huge, even covered as I was by the simarobe. And the robe was surely a big hint to my life. They had been in Kelos for a few weeks and couldn’t have failed to see the black robed sima being led through the streets on their leashes. Some normal clothes would have lessened the shock, but sima showing signs of pregnancy weren’t allowed to be seen outside a simarobe, even away from the majority eye. I didn’t understand why sima life was so restricted by the Killian society, but I followed them nonetheless. I would have followed them even if I had a choice, because Brant was Killian to the core and one of its leading figures and I have no desire to make life difficult for him.

And then there were the other changes. My hair was gone, as were my eyebrows. The only hair left were my eyelashes, which were heavy with black mascara. Kellen was the same, as Brant liked our natural Jann smoothness and wanted us smooth all over. I wore make-up, which was not something Jann men did and neither did Killian men. But sima were different, and male sima weren’t men in Killian society. They were simply sima, and usually referred to by our numbers I was Three Brant Tor, Three for short. Only husbands knew the names of their sima, and used them if they wished like Brant did. Most husbands didn’t.

I wore make-up because Brant liked it. Heavy black kohl around my eyes, rouge on my cheeks, and glossy pink lipstick and pink nail polish.

I also wore jewellery. A big gold ring in my septum, resting over my top lip, was probably the most shocking to them.