“I enjoy being a girl,” sang Bruce as he admired his new manicure. Slam! The bedroom door flew open. It was Kris. She was livid, clutching the latest issue of “Paparazzi Weekly.” She flung the tabloid at him. On the cover were two photos—him strolling the beach in a silky robe, and her jogging without…

After their love-making, Bruce and Kanye lay naked on the gently-rolling waterbed. Sex had been incredible! But Bruce couldn’t deny his sense of guilt. “What about Kim?,” he whispered. “She and I don’t fuck with no ego shit,” replied Kanye. “We be like Picasso. I’m the voice of my generation…” His eyes were glowing and…

Taking a drag off his Virginia Slim, Bruce peered into the Malibu sunset, his tiger-striped caftan gently blowing in the Pacific Ocean breeze. Impulsively, he unsnapped the halter strap and the garment fell to the floor, revealing his nude body. At 65, he still had the fit build of an Olympic athlete, and his newly…