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Unexpected Outcome At the ripe young age of 25, I had everything going for me. I could get all the dates I wanted and with almost any of the town's hottest- looking ladies, too. I had college degree and a good, well-paying job, a nice car and a decent apartment. Then, one day, my world came crashing down around me and everyone else too, for that matter. No one knew it at the time for the only news available at this point was that the Earth was going to have a near-miss experience with a deep space comet. It wasn't until maybe six months after the comet passed through the fringes of Earth's atmosphere on the opposite side of the planet, over China and the Far East, that the news first began to trickle out. It seemed that everyone, male and female, young and old, were undergoing inexplicable changes. For the first few months after the initial reports began leaking out, few details were available about these reported changes. Then reports starting coming in from Guam and eventually Hawaii and the real truth became known as the atmosphere spread whatever that comet contained from East to West. Then an announcement was made by the NHS and the CDC that a national press conference was to be held on all TV and radio networks simultaneously this coming Tuesday night. This is when I learned my fate, and the fate of every other human being on the face of this Earth. As strange and even impossible as it sounds, everyone that been affected thus far has changed sexes from the waist down! Yes, you read my words correctly; from the waist down men are becoming women and vice-versa. Nothing above the waist has thus far changed for those affected, only below their waists. No cure or preventative measures have thus far been developed, let alone perfected. Once it begins for an individual, nothing tried thus far has been able to prevent it from happening. And these changes go beyond just what lies between our respective legs, too. Women lose their wider (child-bearing) hips and Men's hips spread to accommodate this previously feminine attribute. Yes, it appears that men are going to be the half of the population that conceives and gives birth to children. Most reports also indicate that there are also some more cosmetic changes, too, such as the shapes of our respective legs and foot sizes. DAMNIT! This is sure as hell the very last thing I would have ever imagined happening to me, losing my penis and testicles and getting a pussy instead? And that's only part of it, too, now it's the guys who are having monthly visitors. How the hell am I going to live with this, let alone the potential consequences? |||||| It's been almost six months since the night of the press conference and I just discovered the first signs of my impending change; my balls have turned mushy. From all the information that's been publicized over the past months, they're entering the first stage of transformation into what will become my ovaries. Strange how those words sound when I say them aloud; my ovaries? The next, or second stage, will begin when they begin ascending into my body and it's then that my penis will begin shrinking as it starts to transform itself into what will eventually become my clitoris. Maybe week or so thereafter, my internals will commence their development (Vagina, Cervix, Uterus and Fallopian Tubes) and finally, about five weeks from today, my internal changes will be complete. It will take another month or two from my hips to complete their widening process and for my legs and feet to complete their change as well. Girls will undergo a similar process, albeit in sort of in reverse. Their internals will wither away and be discharged from their bodies as waste, the clitoris' will grow and lengthen, their ovaries becoming their testicles. Their hips will narrow and their legs will become more muscular, their feet larger. As this word spread across the country, some married couples divorced so they might find new, more desirable partners. Many singles rushed out to get married and almost everyone went on a wild, sex-crazed binge. I was one of the few who didn't, fearing that I might find myself caught up in some crazy relationship that was headed nowhere beyond sexual experimentation. I chose instead to sit back and wait this whole deal out, learning what I would need to know while others dug themselves into emotional holes they made not be able to climb out of. Thus I spent the next several weeks reading everything I could find in the way of accurate information of the life I had lying ahead of me. Menstruation and birth control were at the top of my list, of course. I also read everything I could about other, what was more esoteric information such as panty styles and even about things like hosiery, skirts and even ladies shoes. I mean, who knows what direction styles may take six months from now? Thinking ahead when the initial certainty about this change we're all to undergo was almost a certainty, I planned ahead and made an appointment with a female OB/GYN. As had been explained, I passed through the stages much as had been predicted; * Mushy testicles. * Ascension of same into my body. * Separation of former scrotal sacs and development of outer labia. * Shrinkage and shortening of my penis as it became my clitoris. * The opening of my vaginal canal and first usage of newly repositioned urethra. * Appearance of inner labia. * Increase in depth of vaginal canal and final completion of same. * Onset of first menstrual cycle. (Yuck) Upon the completion of my first period, I called the OB/GYN and confirmed my appointment for two days hence. I have to admit something; while the above account of the changes I've undergone is rather clinical and cold, inside I'm an emotional wreck. With two days free before my next and maybe ultimate humiliation, I pretty much just stay inside and to myself but glued to the TV. The news programs and specials about what's happening to people all over the world are both fascinating and informative. Reports from Australia and Hawaii are the most informative simply because people there are a week or two ahead of the Mainland in so far as their changes are concerned. I'm able to get a sense of timing and at least some idea of when the rest of the changes are going to befall me. You know... the bigger butt, wider hips and different looking legs. Within the next couple of weeks it appears that I'll be fully female from the waist down. While totally unsure of what sizes I'll need down the road, I'd better do some shopping so I'll have something to wear 'cause it's for damned sure my pants aren't going to fit much longer. While I'm at the mall, I keep my eyes on everyone else as well as looking for the things I want to get. I want to see what others are doing, too. It's pretty much as I'd thought it might be; women in the men's departments looking at men's pants and underwear and a lot of the guys are looking at ladies panties and so on. I even see some guys looking at skirts and hosiery, as well as shoes. I plan to hold off from doing anything rash just yet, wearing boxer shorts for underwear and looking to get some sweat pants to wear until I finish crossing over. |||||| It's been three weeks since my appointment with the OB/GYN and I guess I've pretty much finished up with all the changes I'm going to go through. A few words about that appointment before I move on; talk about a lesson in humility! Try lying on a cold table with your legs spread apart and held there because your feet are in those damned stirrups; an experience I would have never in my wildest dreams imagined I would find myself in. And then there's that damned ice- cold speculum she shoved up and inside of me so she could do whatever the hell she did while I lay there fully exposed. After this, my first such exam, came the discussion in her office where I was handed my first prescription for birth control pills. She then proceeded to tell me about all the cautions I must take in the way of personal cleanliness such as my now having to wipe from front to back and more about yeast and bladder infections than I would ever thought I needed to know. As I left her office for this, the first time of many such appointments to come, I did feel a bit better informed about my new self than just reading had made me feel. After dropping my prescription off at the drugstore to have it filled, I head for the mall to do some serious shopping. Fashions are already changing with men starting to wear skirts and I've even seen some wearing hosiery and low-heeled but obviously feminine shoes. I'm not quite ready to appear this way in public but beside the women's slacks I'm going to buy for daily wear, I guess I could get a few skirts to wear around the house. I need panties, of course, and since my doctor suggested I jump in whole-hog, as she put it, I guess I might as well do just that. Thus my first stop is going to be the recently re-named Tom & Victoria's Secrets. They've divided the stores with bras and such on one side for the gals and everything else on the other side for us guys. After finding a clerk free to help me (a rather cute young lady), I tell her I'm going to need some of everything. Asking me to follow her to a fitting room, I'm told to drop my sweat pants so she can take my measurements. Making notes as she goes on a small form, she hands the form to me after she's finished saying "These are your measurements and the sizes you need." Hmmm, looking at the form I see I have a 30" waist and 36" hips, waist to knee I'm 16" and my total inseam is what it's always been; 30" Okay, so size 6 panties are what I need to get first of all. Still kind of stunned and out of place mentally, I allow this cute young thing to do a real sales job on me, eventually leaving the store with two shopping bags filled with new undies. Panties, thigh- highs, pantyhose, garter belt and stockings and even a half dozen half slips she suggested I'd need to wear under my skirts. Taking these bags out to put them in the trunk of my car, I head back into the mall to get the slacks and skirts I now need. Four pair of ladies slacks and a dozen or so skirts later, I leave this store and head for a shoe store to get shoes that'll fit my smaller feet better than these old tennis shoes. Stopping on my way home to pick up my prescription, I take the advice of the girl who helped me with my undies to look for two kinds of depilatory, regular for my legs and gentle for the region around my pussy. As she explained to me, I sure didn't want to wear a skirt with hairy legs and a depilatory is far easier to use (albeit a bit messier) than a razor. Picking up my prescription after paying for it and the depilatories, I headed home. ||||||| Everything I've written thus far is a kind of brief recap that ignores al the accompanying emotional upheaval I went through. I'm sure there is more to come but for the time being that pretty much covers the events thus far. I decided to write what you've read thus far right after I got home from the drug store and put all my new things away. I guess the next step is this very weird journey is to see how well the depilatory works getting rid of the unwanted hair I have. After I've read the directions and cautions of both varieties, I lather each type on where appropriate and wait the required time before I use a damp washcloth to wipe myself down. Oh wow, it really works, how cool is this? Now to jump into the shower and wash the remnants off as well as the rest of me so I'll be ready to start trying on some of my new purchases. Stopping for a moment to look at my reflection in the full-length next to my dresser after I've dried off, the body I see reflected on its surface is so strange, so out-of-place and disconnected from everything I've always considered normal... and yet, in a weird sort of way, it's kind of right, too. There's one thing I think I'm going to do before I start trying on my new clothes though, and that's to take my first good, close look at what now lies deep between my now quite shapely legs. Digging through my top dresser drawer, I finally locate a heretofore rarely used hand mirror to take with me when I sit down on the very edge of my bed. Before that, however, I move in front of the full-length mirror again and part my legs just slightly to I can see what I can see from this vantage point. Hmm, I guess I have a camel-toe pussy after all, cool. And I can see some of my inner labia peeking out from between my outer lips, too, all right! Parting my legs as wide as I possibly can, I hold the mirror so I see my pussy in it. Oh yeah, as far as pussies go, mine's definitely a nice one. Using two fingers of my left hand, one on either side, I part my lips to look inside. Hmm, that must be my urethral opening and below it, my vaginal canal and above them rests my little love button; my clitoris. Okay, looks like it's all there. If it sounds like I've accepted what's happened to me, I really haven't but I'm trying like hell. Standing back up to look in the large mirror again, I look at my reflection when I stand sideways as well as facing the mirror to gauge my shape below the waist. Nice hips, long and quite shapely legs with nice calves and ankles and my butt's not all that bad, either, all things considered. Okay, now let's get dressed and see how these new clothes I bought feel when I wear them for awhile. I think I'll try a pair of pantyhose first, now let's see if I can remember how she told me to put them on. Oops, panties first, dummy. Picking out a pair of satin hipsters (if I remember what this style is called correctly), I step into them and pull them up and on. Oh yeah, these do feel kind of nice. Now for the panty hose... rolling them up in my hands and sticking my toes into them one leg at a time, I carefully slide them upward until they, too, are snugly up against my crotch and around my waist. Choosing a skirt is easy; I bought one in particular just for the purpose for getting used to wearing skirts. It's a full skirt with an elasticized waist and the hem should fall just below my knees. In other words, it's loose-fitting and reasonably modest. It's also lined so I won't need to wear a half slip beneath it unless I want to. The final touch after I put a tee shirt on will be the two inch high heeled shoes I picked out. I'm sure there will be occasions when men will wear heels so I might as well start getting used to wearing them too. I spend the rest of the day just puttering around the apartment, cleaning, straitening and so on. Sitting, standing, kneeling and bending in order to do everything I can to get used to the feel of wearing a skirt and by then end of the day I have to admit to myself that skirts are pretty comfortable after all; they offer a lot of freedom and are pretty darned easy to wear. The shoes got easier to walk in the longer I had them on, too. With this being Wednesday, I have tomorrow and Friday plus the weekend to get fully acclimated before I have to go back to work on Monday. Yeah, I've decided to wear a skirt to work and to hell with what anyone says or thinks. I work for a computer security and services company with a mixed staff of about twenty five guys and gals and the boss just shut the place down for three weeks to give everyone time to get through this crap. So what I'm going to do tomorrow is wear a skirt in public for the first time while I do some more shopping for things I know I'm going to need for work and to restock my groceries. Topping my list of needs is to find one or more purses that are as masculine looking as possible. Skirts just don't come with pockets, damnit, and neither do the slacks that fit this new figure of mine. Maybe they will someday but there's nothing out there just yet. Waking up slowly as usual, I eventually crawl out of bed and make it to the bathroom to relieve my aching bladder. After somehow remembering to sit on the john to do so, I do my business and after remembering to pat myself dry, stand up and start making ready for the day ahead. Getting dressed is still something of a task in that I have to decide what skirt I'm going to wear even before I chose what I'm going to wear beneath it. Ahh, here we go... I think I'll wear this dark charcoal grey A-line. The hem falls to just about my knees and it's unlined so I'll need to wear a half-slip with it. Maybe I'll be really daring today and go all out with what I wear under it... say thigh-high hose and a pair of thong bikini panties? Yeah, why the hell not? Feeling almost half-naked as I walk to my car wearing one of my short sleeved shirts and what I've previously described, I slide into the car as best I can by remembering how I've seen girls do so in the past by sitting down first and then turning into the car while keeping my legs together. Not too awkward a move but one that's going to take some time to get used to and make into a habit, for sure. Once at the mall and inside, I head straight for one of the major stores to look for purses. Two hours later and more than a little bit angry because I've been unable to find anything I liked or felt suitable, I take a break and head for the food court to have a smoke and get something to drink. What I've done and used so far today, wearing an old belly-pack to carry my billfold and stuff in, just won't work on a day to day basis, especially when it's my time of the month because it's just too small. I just have to find a purse that's not covered in flowers or that looks to feminine because of the color. While sitting off in one corner of the food court with my drink, I have an idea; what about one of the purses I've seen at some of the outdoor stores designed so women can carry concealed? As best I can remember, none of them looked overly feminine. Plus, I can use it for the intended purpose which is something I'd not thought about yet. Putting my smoke out and finishing my drink, I get up and head for my car, my heels clicking loudly on the floor tiles as I walk toward the mall exit. About an hour and a half later, having found almost exactly what I had in mind, I toss both purses onto my bed on my way into the bathroom. After relieving myself, I undress down to just my hose and panties before setting up and filling one of the two purses I picked out with the stuff I'm going to carry around with me. Let's see now, what all do I need to carry and what else might I want to carry? Billfold, an extra pack of smokes and an extra lighter, Notepad and pen, my keys, tampons when necessary... what else? Oh yeah, some condoms, just in case although I have no plans at present to get into such a situation. I think, as time passes, I'll add other stuff as the need arises but this should do the trick for the time being, plus my Glock 9mm of course. They weren't cheap since they're made of leather but at least they're not overly feminine. Okay, chalk that little chore off my list of things to get or stuff I need to do. I think for the rest of today I'm just going to stay home and relax, watch some TV and maybe order a Pizza. Planning to just wear a pair of shorts and a tee-shirt get tossed when I find none of my old shorts will fit over this big ass I now have, oh well... back to my sweat pants I guess. I better start a list of things I'm going to want to get, starting with some shorts that'll fit me. Calling for a pizza delivery after I'm dressed, I pop open a beer and sit down to see what's on TV for tonight. After the pizza's arrived and I've eaten a couple of slices, my phone rings. "Hello?" I respond when I pick it up. "Hey Karl, how's it hangin'?" "Jack, you asshole, you know it ain't." I answer. "What's up?" "I just got off the phone with Paul and he's talked with Harry and Bill. How about we all get together for dinner and a few drinks tomorrow?" "Sounds good, man, where and when?" "Bill suggested Angelino's. We could get one of the big tables and have enough privacy to talk, how about 6:00 or so?" "Sounds good to me, is that all we're going to do; eat, drink and talk?" "Yeah, I guess so, why?" "So I know what to wear, asshole. If we were going to go shoot pool or go bowling, I'd dress differently." "Sounds good, I'll let them all know we're on, see ya then." "Bye." This should be interesting! I know what the topic of conversation's going to be already. I think this will be a good time to wear that straight skirt I bought along with a garter belt and stockings, just to rub it in. ||||| After a trip to the grocery store to restock and another saunter through the mall just to look around and do some window-shopping, I lay out the clothes I'm going to wear tonight and start getting ready. Deciding to do things a bit differently for a change, I fill the tub to take a bath instead of my usual shower since I have plenty of time before I have to leave. While lying comfortably in the tub, some things cross my mind that I want to get done before going back to work on Monday; get some more skirts and new shirts to wear with them since I doubt that some of my shirts will look right with most of the skirts I have so far. Buy a couple pairs of shorts and maybe some more new shoes. Plus I'm going to need something to wear to the Gym, too. Okay, now to wash up. Finishing my upper body, I lift a leg out of the water to wash it, kind of chuckling to myself when I take note of its new shape. Pointing my toes as I've seen girls do, I see that I can do it too. Now, how do I wash my pussy when taking a bath, I wonder... should I stand up? Nah, I'll just wash it under the water. Rubbing the soap over it startles me a bit when I realize I forgot how sensitive this part of me is now. But it does feel good... really good in fact. When I have it all good and soaped up, I use my hand instead and discover a new reaction when I pay a tad more attention to my clitoris. Nice... really nice! And the more I play with my new pussy, the better it feels, too. Well, if had more time I'd explore this further but I have to get ready to go meet the guys. As soon as I'm dressed, I head out the door carrying one of my new purses and wearing a pair of three inch high heels for the first time. And that's not all I'm wearing for the first time, either, as I described earlier. And I have to admit at least to myself that I feel good. It's warm enough that I'm able to wear a short sleeved shirt and other than the still incongruous mix of a man's shirt being worn with a skirt and high heels, it feels pretty good. As soon as I get to the restaurant and park my car, I head straight inside to meet the guys and see where the evening's headed because it should be fun. By the time we've all arrived, I notice three of us are carrying purses, two are wearing heels and four of us are in skirts. We all seem to choose to wait to discuss this aspect of our lives as we order our meals and just get caught up in general. It's not until after dinner and into the drinks that Bill first brings up what's happened to everyone. With a lot of crudeness and a modicum of vulgarities, we all unburden ourselves of what we've gone through and how we're adjusting to the changes we've undergone. It appears each of us is learning to live with the new realities in our lives, albeit some more easily than others. Then we begin to share where we've found clothes we like and that fit comfortably, where I found my purse that all of them seem to like and just talk in general about how we're going to deal with the new realities we face in life. By the time we break up and call it night, I think we all feel a lot better about the lives we now face and all we'll have to deal with accordingly. ||||| Heading into work Monday morning, I'm filled with trepidation because this will be the first time I've seen any of my co-workers since "The Change" as it's being called on the news, let alone the first time I'll have any real interaction with the opposite sex. A note here about my work; the boss and company owner gave us all three weeks off when it became apparent we'd all need the time, himself included. We work in teams of two in most cases and my partner is a cute young gal named Julie whom I get along with famously. What we do, in general, is work with certain clients to improve their internal and external network security with me handling mostly the hardware side and Julie the software. Making my way through the offices toward my work area, I see that all of the girls are wearing pants and almost all the guys are in skirts. Good, I had hoped I wouldn't be in the minority. I beat Julie to work so I'm just finding a place to put my purse when she pops around the corner into our little joint office area. "Nice skirt" she comments, starting the usual kidding we do. "Thanks, I got it on sale, too," returning the jibe by resorting to the way she and the other girls always used to talk about their clothes. When I log onto my computer, I see a notice that's there's going to be a meeting in the conference room at 9:30 this morning. I tell Julie since she's still settling in and make a few quick notes about where we stand with our current project, or stood before the three week break we took. "Okay, want to do lunch today?" she asks as we head down the hall for the meeting a few minutes later. "Sure" I respond. During the meeting, the boss tells Julie and I that we're headed out of town next week to start working with a new client and tells us to brief another team on where we stand with the one we're just finishing up. He asks us to see him in his office when we get back from lunch to go over the information on the new customer and to get our travel details. This is really nothing new since we're a national company but it was kind of unexpected so soon after we got back to work after "The Change." By the time the meeting's over, it's time for lunch so after stopping back in our office to grab my purse, Julie and I take off. We take my car since it's closest to the building and I notice Julie watching me intently as I swing my legs inside and start the car. "Nice move, Karl, you did that perfectly and with all the required modesty." Playing dumb even though I know exactly what she's referring to, I say, "What?" "How you got in the car, silly, you kept your legs together when you got in." "Well of course I did, what did you expect?" I ask as I tease her. "You know what I mean; I'm trying to compliment you, silly." "I know you are Julie." "It has to hard for you guys, learning to wear skirts and stuff," she muses aloud "Not as hard as it has to be for you gals." I tease her again. "Oh gees, let's not go there." She says, laughing. "Pesky things, aren't they?" I continue teasing her. "YES!" she answers emphatically. Not much else is said along these lines during lunch or while we're headed back to work, there will be plenty of time for that while we're traveling. We've traveled together before, always staying in separate rooms but this time Julie suggests and I quickly agree, to ask the boss if it's okay with him for us to get a two bedroom suite at one of the extended stay hotels, if only for convenience sake. We both know... the words unspoken and unnecessary, that we want the ease of a suite to talk about more than just the new client and their needs. Thus not much is said about "The Change" or how it affected us personally as we'll have plenty of time to do this in the near future. We have, however, agreed to get together this coming Saturday to do some shopping for the trip to make sure we're both dressed properly and in appropriate clothes for what we'll have to do while we're there. For this, we're going to need each other's help. ||||| Since meetings took up most of Monday, Julie and we spent Tuesday and Wednesday finalizing our current project so we could turn it in on Thursday and we then spent the rest of that day and Friday boning up on the project we're to take on next week. But now we have Saturday and part of Sunday to go shopping, do whatever else we need to do and then get packed and ready to catch our 1:00 PM flight out on Sunday. Because the mall Julie wants to go to is on the other side of town from where I live and she's out beyond me, she's going to pick me up around 9:00 AM tomorrow. I'll return the favor Sunday since the Airport's beyond her apartment from my place. For comfort's sake and to make it easy in case I find something I want to try on before I buy it, I'm wearing the first skirt I ever wore, the long one with the elastic waistband with pantyhose and a pair of low heels. The skirt's lined so I'm not wearing a slip either. Remembering to take my BC pill with my first cup of coffee, I leave them out on my dresser so I won't forget to pack them. Rushing downstairs so Julie won't have to wait for me, I come out the front door of my building just as she pulls up. "Are you up for breakfast? My treat." She asks as I fasten my seat belt. "But of course, since you're buying." I say, smiling at her. "We can use the time to plan our shopping, if that's okay with you?" she suggests. "Would probably make it easier if we do." I answer. Explaining as we linger over coffee after we've eaten, Julie says she thinks we should go to Nordstrom's first, since it's closest to the mall entryway she prefers, to look for stuff for me, then we can hit Walker's and the other Men's stores for her. "How are you set for lingerie, do you have enough?" she asks. "Depends, I have plenty of panties, maybe enough hose, two half slips and a garter belt. How are you set for socks and underwear?" "I'll probably need more and the right kinds. I don't think the boxers I've been wearing are going to get it, if you know what I mean." "I do. I think I'm going to need some help getting the right sort of skirts, too." "Okay, if you'll help me pick out some slacks." "What about shoes?" I ask her. "How are you fixed?" she asks me. "Six pairs, you?" "Three." She responds. "I guess we'll both need shoes, too." "Yep, I think so too." "Ready?" she asks, raising her eyebrows at me. "Yeah, let's get started." I answer. As we finally headed home after a six hour shopping trip, we agreed we'd each learned a lot from each other about the clothes we now having to wear. I gained a lot of knowledge about the denier of hosiery and why it's important to know this depending on the how, why and where I'm going to wear a certain pair. I also learned about "drug store" hose and why they're so important for daily wear, they last longer and they're cheaper than the good stuff. A lot of what I learned about wearing skirts and the various lengths I'd already figured out but some of what Julie explained to me was new, primarily dealing with lined, vs. unlined, winter and summer weight material and the appropriate length for various occasions or situations. In turn, I helped her with the choosing the right material for various pairs of slacks depending on where she was going to wear them and for what purpose. i.e.: dress or casual, etc. We also both picked up a couple pairs of shorts to wear while we're in our suite and I got a couple pairs of flats and some more high heels while Julie picked up a pair of loafers and pair of dress oxfords as well as a dozen more pairs of socks. All this before we left the mall at about 4:00 in the afternoon. With all our bags securely stowed away out of sight in the trunk of her car, I suggest we stop someplace for a drink or two before she drops me off at my place. Seated in one of the booth's at an Applebee's, Julie asks if she can get a little personal. "Sure, like we've been anything else so far today?" reminding her of the things we just picked out while we were together. "You don't have to answer me, of course, but... uh..." "Yes, Julie?" I kid her. "How the hell did you guys deal with these things between your legs?" Laughing aloud at her question, I gather myself together and try to explain to her that the right underwear goes a long way when it comes to comfort. "Yeah, I think it will too, but this darn thing seems to have a mind of its own, why?" "You mean erections?" I ask. "Yeah, it gets hard for no reason." "Oh, there's a reason, I'm sure, you're probably just not aware of it yet." "What about you? Do you get wet for no reason too?" "Uh-huh, sometimes." "I think we're going to have to talk more about this when we have more privacy, okay?" she asks me with a pleading look in her hazel-green eyes. "I agree. How about tomorrow night after we've checked into our rooms?" "Deal." She answers. Based on Julie's suggestion, I wear a pair of slacks for the flight primarily for comfort and the ease of getting around. I do wear a pair of low heels though with knee-high hose if only for the look. Having spent an hour or so getting my bag packed after having laid out everything that I need or want to take with me last night, I check the clock and see I'm was almost right on schedule. Stacking my laptop bag on top of my luggage and connecting them together, I check my purse to make sure I have everything in it that I'll need; airplane tickets, hotel reservation info, directions from the airport to the hotel... yep, all set here too. Oops, one last item; my cell phone, slipping it into the special external pocket just for cell phone on the outside of my purse after I've turned it on. Opening my doorway into the hall, I pull my bags outside and lock the door behind me, then head outside to my car to load my bags into the trunk and head off to pick Julie up. Still possessing all my former upper body strength in spite of the changes below my waist, I have little problem with my bags or Julie's when it comes to loading them into the trunk of my car. I have decided, however, to park in one of the out lots at the airport and we'll take one of their shuttle busses in from there. For this very reason, I've stuck a couple of $5 bills and some $1's into my purse loose, for tips. With just enough time before our flight after all the hassle it takes to get into an airport terminal and through security these days, Julie and I have just enough time for a cup of coffee before it's time to board the plane. Thankfully, the flight itself was uneventful and we're soon out of the airport and in the rental car headed for the extended stay hotel we're going to stay in. Checking into the hotel goes quickly and efficiently and we're soon parked just outside of the wing where our rooms are located, unloading our bags and headed inside to find our rooms. Once we do, I unlock the door with my key and flip the lights on as we pull our bags in and lock the door behind us. Oh wow, this is a great setup. Sofa and TV, a large dining table we can use for a shared desk, a small kitchen or galley area complete with fridge and a two burner stove, a desk set, and of course, the two separate bedrooms we'd requested. Julie says after we've both taken a quick look around, "Well, let's get our bags into the bedrooms and get them emptied and our stuff put away, then we can go from there." "Sounds good to me. Which bedroom do you want?" "Doesn't matter, you choose." She responds. I just head for the one closest to me, on the right. Maybe twenty minutes later, I've unpacked my bag and have everything put away either hanging up in the closet, in the dresser drawers and in the bathroom. I decide to change clothes before I go back to the living area, into shorts and a tee-shirt which are comfort clothes for me. The shorts I brought with me are kind of like running shorts, short and a little tight-fitting and made of a nylon sort of material. Having tried them on at home, I really like how they fit and feel. Back in the common room, I start putting the snacks away that we picked up on our way here from the airport; soft drinks, chips and crackers, some lunch meat and bread, nibbling food as I call it. I hear Julie's bedroom door open while I'm thus occupied and she soon stands beside me opening the cupboard doors, saying she's looking for some glasses. I can't help but notice she's braless in the men's style sleeveless tee-shirt she's wearing. Damn, she's got a nicer pair of boobs than I thought! The shorts she's wearing are something like a pair of cut-off Bermuda's that are a size too small, tight across the butt but loose in the crotch. I would think she'd find them fairly comfortable, all things considered. With our soft drinks in hand, we head for the sofa and chair but I have to go back to my bedroom to get my smokes. When we've both settled in and have everything we want right at hand, I notice Julie's legs for the first time. They're obviously masculine in their size and shape and I can see she's letting her leg hairs grow, too. Lighting a smoke as she also does, we each inhale and let it drift back out slowly, as though we're letting all the day's tensions out, too. "Now, as I was saying," Julie suddenly says, giggling. "Yes?" I answer with a big smile. "How do you control this thing?" pointing to her crotch. "You don't, it has a mind of its own. You just learn to live with it." "It's embarrassing, to say nothing of uncomfortable." "I know, I remember. But seriously Julie, it is the nature of things. You'll get erections at the strangest of times, when you have to pee for one, and anytime you get even the slightest bit aroused, even when you don't know its happening such as when you see someone attractive." "Then it's like when you get wet?" "I think so, yeah, but I haven't had enough experience with that aspect of this thing (pointing at my pubes) to know for sure. "Well, that's how it was for me, I'd see some hot-looking guy and right away I'd start getting wet." "Yep, similar reaction for me when I still had what you have now, all it took was a hot-looking girl and up it came." "Well, I sure won't miss my monthly visitor; periods are a pain in the butt." She laughs. "Yeah, they are rather messy," I admit. "But the only one I've had so far wasn't all that bad." "Seriously?" she asks. "Yeah, understanding why they occur and even with all the hassle, I think I can live with them." "Tell me something honestly Karl?" "Sure, let's make this true confessions time, no holds barred." "Okay, deal." She says. "How have you adjusted so well to having a pussy now and all that goes with it? You know, the bigger butt, wearing such different clothes, the whole deal?" "Honestly? I think I resigned myself to the inevitable as the news first began to come out. I didn't like it, no one did as far as I know, but I figured what the hell, I'm not going to be the only one it affects so I might as well learn to live with it." I tell her. "Don't you miss having these things?" she asks, again pointing to her groin. "If you refer to what were my cock and balls," I name them bluntly, "only when I think about it and then just briefly." "Doesn't it seem strange now to think of having a pussy down there?" she asks. Yes, when I think about as I said before, but I try my best to not live in the past. How about you? Do you miss your pussy or do you like having a cock and balls now?" "Well, yes and no. I don't miss having to half undress just to pee." She laughs. "But I'm still having a hard time getting used to having them hanging between my legs." She giggles again. "They take up SO much room," she adds. "I bet its hard getting used to having hairy legs now, not having to shave them all the time." I suggest. "You're right, it almost seems dirty and unkempt but I'm getting used to it, I think. Does it bother you having to keep your legs shaved?" "Not really, but I use a depilatory, not a razor, it's just easier." I admit. "You know Karl, girls wore slacks, or pants, whenever we chose to but I never saw or heard of a guy wearing skirts back then, how do you like them and how hard was it for you to get used to them, or the idea of wearing them in the first place?" "I think that's been the most difficult aspect of this whole deal for me. Not so much wearing a skirt, but what to wear under it, the hosiery, the panties, slips and so on, plus learning how to maintain a degree of modesty. But I think I'm getting the hang of it, and a little bit more used to it." "How about you? Have you gotten used to wearing the different style of underwear yet?" I ask Julie "Kind of, I guess. It's not as soft but then again, my skin isn't as sensitive as it used to be either. I still find it hard, I mean difficult," Julie giggles again, "to figure out how to keep everything comfy down there. Teasing her, I respond saying, "I know, it's hard, I mean difficult when one's 'little man' seems to have a mind of his own at times. "Little man?" she queries the phrase. "Yeah, 'little man'. Guys used to be accused of thinking with our dicks by some girls, using our 'little heads' for brains." "Oh my gawd," she laughs aloud, "That's so funny!" "Hey, don't laugh, you'll see. It's the nature of how we're made and now how you're made. Just wait, there'll come a day when someone you see will turn you on and bedding that person will be all you can think of, and him, too." "Oh yeah?" she says. "Well just YOU wait! Someday you'll be around someone and get so turned on it'll start running down your legs." She laughs. Continuing this topic of conversation for just a short while longer before we return to fashions as Julie calls them; the clothes we wear now and in the foreseeable future. Deciding to order a pizza before we continue much longer, I let her do so while I use the bathroom. I wonder what she'd think if she knew I keep my pussy hairless as well as my legs. While waiting for the pizza to get here, we turn the topic of clothes to the need for new men's and ladies suits. "You know Julie, most men's suits used to come with two pair of pants since a pants get more wear than suit coats. I think the same should go for ladies suits, too, just with different styles or cuts for the suit coats." "Yeah, that makes sense." She agrees. "And what about new suits for you guys, how about if they came with two skirts or a skirt and slacks?" "How about two skirts and a pair of slacks, maybe as an option; or one full skirt and one straight line?" "They're called pencil skirts, the straight ones, I mean." She explains. "Mix and Match, maybe?" I suggest. "Yeah, that would be good." She agrees. Just then there's a knock on our door and Julie hurries into her bedroom while I pay for the pizza. When she comes back out after the delivery guy's gone, I ask why she ran. "No bra, silly." She answers. "Oh, sorry." I say sheepishly. We continue talking about what we wish they'd make in the ways of men's and women's suits and what we'd like to see offered in the way of options while we enjoy the pizza. Coat length is an issue for girls I find out, with some occasions that might call for a mid-hip coat length while others might call for a waist length coat even though girl's waists are not as prominent a feature of their bodies now only because of their now more narrow hips. I also learn the when wearing a suit, skirt length is not much of an issue with knee-length to long being the only viable options. Skirt style is an option, however, from straight-line or pencil, through flared (tight around the hips and flared out below that), to totally full from the waist down. We also agree that it's quite possible that men's coats might be nipped in to some extent in the future as men adapt to our now more narrow waists. Then I ask Julie a question that's been bugging me somewhat; "How do I know what style hose to wear with what style skirt?" "What style hose do you have?" she asks. "All styles; pantyhose, thigh-highs and the stockings you wear with a garter belt. Plus knee highs to wear with slacks, of course." "Well, I always chose between pantyhose and thigh-highs partially based on the length skirt I was going to wear; pantyhose if it was a really short skirt or if I wanted to wear cheap hose for work, thigh-highs also worked for me most of the time, too. Stockings were great for when I wanted to feel really pretty and sexy. Just be sure you run the garters under your panties for when you have to pee, it's much easier to pull your panties down that way." "Okay, it makes more sense to me now, thanks." I tell her. "I also tried to consider what I'd be doing that day... if I was going to have to do any bending over, I'd wear pantyhose, just in case." She added. "Showing the tops of your hose is almost as embarrassing as exposing your panties, after all." She says, grinning at me. "I'll keep that in mind," I respond, also grinning. Julie cleans up the remnants of our meal while I go pee again, damn this smaller bladder! When I get back, she looks at me with a kind of silly look and says, "Hey Karl, how adventurous do you feel with our being away from home?" "I don't know, what do you have in mind?" "Do you have any open-toed shoes with you?" she asks. "No, I've not bought any yet, why?" "I want to do your toenails." She says. "Do my toe-nails? What do you mean? I ask. "I want to give you a pedicure and put polish on them." "Huh? Why?" "Painting my toenails always made me feel pretty and sexy. No one will know but you and me since you don't have any open-toed shoes, please? You have such pretty feet and it's a shame not to have your toenails polished. C'mon, you'll love it." She pleads. "Oh okay, I guess. I can always remove the polish if I don't like it, right?" I ask her. "Sure, but I bet you won't, you're going to like how it looks, I bet you!" She says emphatically. It's takes Julie the better part of an hour to have her way with my toes and nails, what with all the clipping, filing and polishing she does but even I have to admit to her when she's finished that they do look nice. If my feet and legs weren't shaped so nicely and weren't so pretty, the look would definitely be out of place. "See? I told you you'd like it." She says, giggling at me. "It just seems strange is all." I muse aloud. "Like that slit between your legs feels normal?" she says, laughing aloud. "Okay, okay, I get your point." I have to admit. With dinner and Julie's done playing with my toes, we turn the preparation necessary for tomorrow's first face-to-face with our new clients. All we really need to do is make sure we have our approach to their problems down in our minds and the tack we're each going to take in seeking the required solution for them. Because my specialty is hardware and Julie's is software, we make sure our potential solutions are fully integrated for this, our initial meeting. Finally closing our laptop's down around 9:00, we decide to call it a night since we're in a different time zone and get ready for bed so we can have time for breakfast before we leave for their plant in the morning. After cross-checking with one another about what we're going to wear tomorrow, we each head for our separate bedrooms where I decide to take a bath before calling it a day. While lying in the tub, I can't help but think about everything Julie and I talked about and am kind of surprised when I find myself playing with my pussy. It feels good, too, especially knowing Julie did my toenails. I don't know why but for some reason it makes me feel sexy, just like she said it would. Lifting one leg out of the water and pointing my toes while I look at my foot only adds to the feeling and to my growing arousal. Almost before I know it's coming, I find myself shuddering and moaning softly while I continue to rub my throbbing clitoris. Was that an orgasm, I wonder? It was a small one, if so, and I feel like there's a lot more left to happen so I keep fondling my clit and rubbing my pussy until yes, I have another one that's even stronger and more moving, if that's the right term. Two more soon follow and it's the last one that's really powerful and I have to make a conscious effort to keep from crying out so Julie doesn't hear me and figure out what I'm doing. But wow, what a feeling! So that's what a female orgasm is like! Crawling into bed a short time later, I soon drift off to sleep still awash in the warm afterglow of my first experience with multiple orgasms. After shaving and doing all my other morning preparations, I get dressed in the thigh-high hose, half-slip and long black full skirt Julie suggested I wear today, with a short-sleeved dress shirt and tie. A pair of flowery, satin hipster panties and three inch heels completes my outfit for the day and the latter effectively hide my painted toenails. Checking my purse to be sure I have everything I'll need in it, I open the bedroom door to find Julie's already there and making a quick pot of coffee for us. She's dressed in dark grey slacks, dressy loafers and nice Lavender blouse with the top two buttons left open. I guess we're both dressed professionally, considering the changes the world's undergone. Our day, after we've had breakfast and made it to our client's plant, went pretty much as we'd expected it would. Most of the morning is spent with the higher ups as we explain our services and hear their concerns and then we spend the afternoon with their techs as we take our first look through their system to look for whatever is causing their difficulties. It's nearly six o'clock local time when we finally end the day, two hours past our normal dinner time. With some recommendations for good local restaurants from the techs, we head for one of them to get something to eat and we're both starving by this time. During dinner, Julie asks me "How have you been feeling today?" "Okay, why?" "My...uh...'little man's' been bugging the hell out of me all day." "Well, maybe you'll just have to 'spank' him when we get back to the hotel." "Smart ass!" she giggles, "It's your fault!" "My fault? What the hell did I do?" "I couldn't stop thinking about your toenail polish all day." "What... you have a fetish with my toes now?" "Not really, but just thinking about your toenails being polished has kept my 'little man' hard all day today." "Yep, you're going to need to 'spank' him for sure then." I laugh out loud. "Will he behave then?" she asks me seriously. "For a time, until the next time anyway." Then with a glint in her eye, she says, "Maybe you should tell me how." Suddenly realizing that's she's flirting with me, I decide to throw it right back at her, saying "Or show you?" "Ooo, would you? You do realize that might end up getting both of us in trouble, right?" Knowing full well exactly what she means, I say "Only if we let it." By this point in the conversation, I'm starting to get wet, too, and wondering if I'm really ready for where this discussion might take us. Changing the subject only slightly, Julie asks me if I've thought about my toes being polished at all today. "Yes, damn near all the time, to be perfectly honest." I admit. "And? How did you feel when you thought about it?" "Again, to be totally honest, every time I thought about it, I got kind of aroused, too." "All wet and gooey?" "Yeah." Leaning forward across the table, I whisper so only she can hear me, "Your little man isn't only thing that's hard." Glancing down at her boobs quickly and seeing her nipples are erect, she whispers back, "Damnit, I should have worn a padded bra, were they like this all day?" "Only some of the time." I answer, grinning at her. "Want to have another drink before we go?" she asks after they've cleared our empty plates from the table. "Trying to get me drunk so you can have your way with me?" I tease her. "Is that what it'll take?" she teases me back. "Maybe and then again, maybe not," I give back as good as she's giving me. But, it was not to be... at least not this night because when we got back to the hotel and into our room, there was a message light flashing on the phone. I picked up the phone and called the front desk who told me a Mr. Reynolds had called and wanted us to call him back. I told Julie and we both changed our clothes quickly before placing the call. We ended up in a two hour conference call that was, in fact, a total waste of time. There were a lot of looks exchanged during the call though and I ended up having to sit on my feet to keep Julie from playing with my toes. When it was finally over, we agreed it was too late to start anything now and I also admitted I wasn't sure I was ready anyway. ||||| When today, Friday, began neither Julie nor I had the slightest thought that we were going to be able to bring this project to a satisfactory conclusion by day's end. The mish-mash of equipment and software this client had cobbled together as their network grew simply wasn't sufficiently compatible to work in the manner they wished it to. They knew it, we knew it and most importantly, our boss knew it. The simplest and easiest solution all the way around was the solution the client had brought us out here to avoid if at all possible; starting over. But being the troopers we are, Julie and I had done our level best to avoid this most drastic action, cobbling together some truly innovative 'fixes' as we did our level best and more to avoid the inevitable. When it became painfully obvious our efforts were going to be in vain, however, the client asked us to sit in on a conference call with Mr. Reynolds as they had reached a decision. As soon as the call was established, Mr. Peterson, the owner of the company we'd been working with all week, told Mr. Reynolds that he was highly pleased with our efforts in what had become a losing battle with their network. "Tom, these people of ours are fantastic. Here's what we're going to do though, we're throwing in the towel on the network equipment and software we've been using even though they've been able to get it to work better than ever before. We'd like to keep them here to advise us on what we're going to need to start over from scratch with all new stuff and then to help us get it up and running, is that okay with you?" "George, ole' buddy, I don't know how I can get along without those two because they're my best team but if you want them that bad, I guess I can sacrifice awhile longer. Any idea how long you'll need them?" "My best guess Tom, and it's just a guess, is a month to six weeks." "George, we've been friends for a long time but this is going to cost you, buddy, big time." "Bill me for their time and so on and I'll cover any added expenses they run into. How's that, Tom?" "You got a deal. Are they nearby?" "Right here, Mr. Reynolds," I answer, "and so is Julie" "Okay, then you know what's going on. Any problems with the arrangement on your end?" Looking at Julie who's shaking her head no, I tell him none whatsoever. "Okay, then feel free to stick it to George for anything you two need while you're there, he can afford it. Can you extend your stay at the hotel?" "Won't know until we get back there tonight, sir, but I'd think so, it's not the tourist season here just yet." "Okay, good. I'll have Sandra fix your plane tickets and she'll mail you new ones sometime next week, keep up the good work." That pretty much ended our role in the call but Mr. Peterson asked us to wait until he finished talking to our boss, saying he wanted to talk with us before we left for the day. About fifteen minutes later, he came out of the conference room and asked us to come with him to his office. Once there, he asked his secretary to get two company credit cards set up, one for each of us and to bring them into his office as soon as she had them ready. Seated around a small table off in the corner of his office, he seems to relax and tells us to call him George while we're not around anyone else on his staff. Then he says, "Will all the shit everyone's gone through this past couple of months, I'm amazed how hard you two have worked on this project in spite of it." Of course we know immediately what he's referring to, the changes we've all had to deal with. "What I want you both to do with the cards I'm giving you, is to go splurge on some new clothes and whatever else you're going to need for the next month or so, you couldn't have brought enough with you when the original plan was for a week or so. In case you hadn't noticed, everyone who works here is pretty well dressed and I want you two to be dressed the same way. So go see what the latest fashions and styles are and load up, okay?" We agree, not at all reluctantly and wait for him to speak again. "We're going to start making decisions Monday morning about the new equipment we're going to have to get and I want you two dressed properly, do you follow me?" "Yes, sir." Julie and I answer in near unison. When we leave his plant a half hour later, with his credit cards safely tucked away in our purses, we're both in a giddy mood. "Damn, Julie, I though we're were going to be packing up and heading home tonight and now look!" "I know, it's amazing, isn't it?" she responds. "We might just have to celebrate our new-found good fortune, don't you think?" "Do you think you're ready for it, it's a big step you know." She says. I know what she's referring to, of course, since we've not yet acted as we thought we might last Monday night. We've simply been too busy and worked too late most nights to do anything but come back to the hotel, cleanup, eat and hit the sack. "Let's just see how things develop instead of trying to plan it out, okay?" I suggest. "Okay. Want to head for the hotel before we go eat?" she asks. "Yeah, I'd like to change clothes, too." "Oke dokie." She says, "me too." Entering our suite, Julie has one question for me as we head for our bedrooms to change, "Dressy or casual?" "How about dressy?" "Okay, dressy it is." She says. Undressing right away and then after a quick pee, I get out the clothes I'm going to change into; the pencil skirt I've yet to wear, my bright red thong bikini panty and garter belt set, a good pair of stockings and my red half slip. Picking out a clean short sleeved dress shirt, the pale blue color will go well with my darker blue skirt but I decide to not wear a tie. With a pair of navy blue three inch heels on my feet, I'm ready to go. Julie's already dressed and waiting for me and she's wearing a nice pair of dark charcoal slacks with a pale green satin blouse and she's also let her hair down, something she's rarely done while we've been working together over the past couple of years. One thing I've discovered this week living so close to Julie, it seems to now take men and women about the same amount of time to get dressed and ready; just an observation that doesn't mean a whole lot. I let Julie drive since it's still a bit difficult for me to do in this style skirt and after we've agreed to try a restaurant that George recommended to us, she pulls out of the hotel lot and heads that way. On the way there, we talk about what appears to be turning into a huge break in both of our careers, this extended stay to help George's business move to an entirely new network from top to bottom; all this plus the newly discovered fact that our boss and George are longtime friends, information that may turn out to be even more advantageous to us than we can fathom right now. Having to park almost two blocks away from the restaurant, I find the walk there to be interesting to say the least because it takes us past a number of small clothing boutiques and couple of larger ones that all seem to be pushing the newest styles for both men and women. This in addition to the fact that this is really the first time I've worn a garter belt and stockings and the sensations I'm getting as the garters slip across my butt with every step I take are more than just slightly sensual. My normal stride is shorter, too, my skirt restricting the length of my stride and forcing Julie to slow down so I can keep up. We thus take our time and do some window shopping along the way, commenting back and forth over the displays we see in the shop windows. Our current plan is to use tonight to celebrate and then tomorrow we'll see how much of George's money we can spend buying the clothes we're going to need to stay here longer than we originally planned. Unspoken between us but most assuredly on both our minds is the possible, no... make that probable, union we thought would occur last Monday night. Unlike other celebrations, our unspoken plan for this one does not include any heavy drinking beyond two or three drinks, just enough to say we celebrated but not enough to dull our senses whatsoever. It will be more a celebration with good food and excellent company, anything else that accompanies it will develop of its own accord and in its own time. Before, during and after dinner, much of our conversation deals with work and our looming good fortune interspersed now and then with innuendos of an intimate nature and an occasion touch across the table of hands and under it of our feet. Nothing overtly sexual but definitely bordering on it as we each make our intentions and wishes known to one another. Walking back to our car after a fantastic dinner and dessert, Julie takes my hand for the first time as we cross the street to the other side to see what's in their windows. Needless to say, I'm more than slightly wet and I must admit I find it quite enjoyable knowing full well what awaits me this night once we've made our way back to the hotel. Like almost every guy I've known over the years, I too, have wondered what it was like for the girl I was with; how it felt to be entered and now I'm about to find out for myself. I'm still a bit fearful for all the implications involved but at the same time, anxiously looking forward to find out for myself. As we continue to slowly make our way back to the car, the thought comes to me how different are our heights, Julie's and mine, partially due to my wearing heels and her in flat shoes but also because of the natural difference in height between guys and girls and I wonder how that will affect our coupling, if it does. Probably not since we'll both be the same height once we're lying down, an observational thought that causes me to chuckle to myself. We're both rather quiet as we head back to the hotel, lost in thought about all that's soon to occur. How do we begin, I wonder... which of us is to take the initiative? So much has changed with all we've undergone that the old rules and customs are surely going to change, too. As we make it back to the hotel and are entering our suite, my tummy is in turmoil due to the state of anticipation and nervousness I'm in. My fears are turn out to be unfounded though, for as I close the door behind us, Julie says, "Kick of your heels so I can kiss you." Okay, now I know, she's taking the lead, good. I do as she asks and we embrace as I lean down to kiss her for the first time. Mmm, she tastes so good and I love how it feels when her hands start rubbing and gently squeezing my ass. Our lips soon part as our tongues engage, our bodies pressing together as the ages-old dance begins. Discovery starts in earnest when we move to the couch and realize her parts, being all external, are there for me to touch and caress while mine must remain inaccessible until we get a bit further along in this mutual seduction. Her breasts are, of course, the focus of my initial attention because of my initially natural reluctance to give any attention to her groin area. But not for long as a growing curiosity and desire overcome my hesitation and I find my hand moving to her crotch almost of its own volition. Cupping her crotch with my hand, I find her hardness and the overall bulk between her legs to be extremely stimulating to my senses, heightening my already existent arousal even further. My curiosity reaches a crescendo of sorts when I find myself drawn almost magnetically to unzip her pants. Reaching inside, I find and grasp her dick, wrapping my hands around it and working it out of her shorts and into the air. Om my gawd, she's huge, at least seven inches long and thick, too. I do hope I can take her inside of me without discomfort. "Oh baby," she says to me softly, "that feels so good." "I know." I say back to her, "I remember." While I continue to fondle her