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Lasting Impressions: Chapter 2 By: ASTRO Day 1 The next morning I felt like I was waking up from a dream. I reached over to wake up my wife only to find that no one was in bed with me. I looked at the clock after pulling my hair out of my face and looked at the time. I paused as my actions started to sink in. First of all the clock must be broken. The time read 9:28 AM, and second why is there hair in my face. I sat up in a panic and felt the weight of my enormous breasts pull at my chest. I yelped in pain. My heart was pounding and my adrenaline was going. I thought I was going to scream, but slowly with some deep breaths, which I found only makes your breasts jiggle more, I finally calmed down. I remembered that Jess always slept in late and that was just the way her body was built. I got the familiar feeling that I needed to urinate again. I walked into the bathroom and decided that I was going to pee, but this time I was doing it as a man does. I was not going to allow Jessica to humble me. I could not think of any reason why a woman cannot straddle the toilet and pee. I slid my shorts and thong to the floor and stepped out of them. I was instantly knocked back, by a strong smell. I realized after about 30 seconds of searching that the smell was me, or my vagina to be exact. I had to get this done and put my panties back on quick or I was going to be sick. I pulled up the toilet seat and stepped over to each side of the toilet, and released. Everything started out as planned. The urine ran from my vagina into the toilet and gravity was doing its thing. Then a small amount of urine started to hit the end of my vagina. Everything went wrong and urine ran down my leg. I tried to stop peeing, but I could not work the muscles to stop it. I had made a mess all over my lower half. I am definitely not trying that again, I thought. I cleaned up like last night and this time made a careful effort to wipe front to back. I still could not take the smell so I took some of the baby wipes and tidied up a bit down there. The baby wipes had a little bit of dried blood on it. I do not know why, but I ignored the signs at that time. I was surprised that I did not find any of my cleaning actions to be arousing. I was only turned on when I put erotic thoughts in my head or when I felt my nipples rub against the inside of my bra, but even that could be ignored. I had much more control over my state of arousal as a woman than I ever did as a man. I brushed my teeth and pulled my pony tail out. I tucked my hair behind my ears and just stared into the mirror. I could not believe what I was seeing. I decided that it was time to come to grips with what I now was, a man in a woman's body. I pulled my loose t-shirt up and without thinking and hooked the bottom of the shirt on my breasts. It stuck there a bit so I just gave the shirt a hard tug to finish pulling the shirt off. It hurt like hell. The shirt pulled across my nipples like sand paper and I about screamed, not in the good way, as my boobs bounced and settled back to their previous positions. After some short curses under my breath, I again pulled my hair behind my ears and looked up at the naked woman before me. I saw the blue eyes of my wife looking back at me, full pouty lips and a cute up turned nose with a head covered in beautiful blonde hair. I then looked down at my delicate fingers and marveled at how dainty they were. I had a French manicure on them except for my ring finger on my right hand. I guess Jess must have broken that nail, but the rest stuck out about a half inch past the end of my finger tips. I brushed my fingers down my arms amazed at how soft my skin was. My neck, hands, and arms felt silky and pampered. I looked up at the breasts that I had now come to loathe. All they had done so far was cause me pain. The cold air in the room had made my silver dollar size nipples harden and become erect, but not in a sexual way. I looked down at my narrow waist and greedily lusted after the curves that flared out to my hips. My hips were huge. I cannot remember Jess having such a big ass, after all she was only a size 2. Even sitting on the toilet my butt slightly hung over the sides, not that I was resigning myself to sitting ... yet. I now found the object of my interest, my vagina. I cannot begin to tell you how comfortable it feels to have a vagina in contrast to a penis. The blonde thatch that lay between my legs was neatly trimmed, but not overly so. I knew Jess use to cut it back a little to wear here skimpy bikini bottom to the beach. She even had some "No Bump" shaving gel in the shower and some scissors on the vanity for those types of grooming. I wanted a better view, but could not really get the angle I wanted. I looked around for aid and got an idea. I grabbed my makeup mirror that magnified my face about 3 times and set it on the floor. I looked down and laughed. All I could see where my boobs. I grabbed my boobs and parted them as I peered down to see what treasures I now possess. I have seen Jess's vagina from a number of angles, but just glimpses at that. I had never had time to just stare at it in the light. It looks rather strange to tell the truth. There were two large folds of skin on both sides that easily parted when I spread my legs. On the inside there was very pink tissue that was covered in a shiny fluid that seemed to come from a hole made of collapsed skin. The hair at the top of my vagina was softer then the coarse pubic hair I remember having as a man, and it laid down better hugging my skin. The skin at the top of my vagina looked stretched and kind of had a scar tissue type look to it. You have pushed two babies through that thing, I thought. Due to the lack of hair in my ass I could see my butthole even though that was not really what I was looking for. I let my boobs settle back to whatever position gravity determined them to be at and grabbed my butt. I always loved Jess's ass. It was so firm and tight. I clenched the muscles while holding my butt and felt my vagina tighten and move. I was very startled by this, and I kind of like it. I gave in and decided that I was going to see what this body could do. I locked the door to the bathroom; I really didn't want AJ walking in on me. I always started with the breasts when I made love to Jess and decided that I would do the same to myself now. I massaged my erect nipples and I gasped as they responded back. A tingle of pleasure went down my body to my vagina and warmth spread back out. I rubbed my nipples harder and then started to pull on them ever so lightly. I began to moan; it felt so good. I kept massaging my left breast and started to rub my vagina with the other hand. It was not really doing anything down there. I started to probe around the outside and I found a bump under the layers of skin at the top of my vagina. It felt really good to rub there and so I obliged. I was sure this was my clitoris. The feeling I had was not describable from one man to another so bear with me. It felt like energy building in the lower part of my stomach. The nerves there were sending massive signals to my brain. Each time it grew in intensity and started to force muscles in my body to respond. My legs started to spread and my hips started to rhythmically push forward on their own. I swear to you that my breasts started to swell as well. Muscles in my vaginal cavity started to stretch outward and my clit seemed to shrink just a little. I pushed in a little deeper and the pleasure grew. I really liked this and I decided to put my finger directly on my clit. I just then noticed how wet I was and the natural lubricants starting to cover my fingers. A musty smell started to pull me off focus. It was the same smell Jess's body gave off when I did this as a man. I trained my focus back and put pressure on my clit; forcing it against my pelvic bone. I rubbed a little bit and almost dropped to the floor. Direct stimulation was too much. It was like being tickled, but that truly is an understatement. It was way too much for my body to handle. I moved my finger back some and found that in this case less is more. The energy came back strong as ever I began feeling it start to become something more. It grew and grew, but I was having trouble getting the orgasm to occur. Maybe this was what an orgasm is? I did not really understand why some women scream during this. After about five minutes I gave up and with much disappointment at that. I grabbed my thong from the floor and was about to put it on when I realized how much it stunk. I grabbed the shorts and just put them on without any panties. I left the room and threw my panties in the laundry hamper. AJ was up playing with our two year old daughter on the floor and our 8 month old was in the swing asleep from finishing 7 oz. of formula. I was really impressed that I was allowed to sleep in. AJ really did love me. "There are some leftover cinnamon rolls and coffee in the kitchen," AJ said. I walked in and poured myself a cup. I had a feeling I was going to need it. I then grabbed a roll and heated it up. I took a sip of the coffee and damn near spit it back out. It tasted horrible. Then I realized my mistake. Jessica does not take her coffee black. I reached in to the fridge and grabbed her French vanilla girly stuff and poured a generous amount into my coffee. I stirred it up and took a sip. Much better, I thought. I ate the cinnamon roll and finished the coffee while watching children's cartoons. I looked up at the calendar and realized it was Sunday and tomorrow I would be taking care of the kids alone. I asked AJ if he wanted first or second shower. He said he woke up before the kids and already took a shower today. I looked at the side of his face and smirked. He had already tried to shave too. I guess if I have him here and showered I am free to do a little of what I want. "Daddy do you mind if I go for a jog?" I playfully asked. "Well as a girl I never did, but sure. It should help you lose those last few pounds I have been trying to get rid of," AJ replied. I went into the room and decided I was not going to dirty up another pair of underwear and picked the thong back out of the hamper. The thong had crusty stuff in the crotch too. I regretfully pulled it back up and put on a pair of pink jogging shorts. "I look so gay," I told myself. I thought about that for a second and realized how stupid I was. I found a sports bra and decided that covered me enough. Most women in the neighborhood usually do not wear more than a sports bra anyway. I put on some socks and a pair of track shoes that look like they had never been worn. I did notice at that point how many shoes I had to choose from. I put my hair back into a pony tail and set off for my run. I thought the thong rode up my butt before, but it pales in comparison to my run. I was going to need surgical tools to dig it out now. I had never run so goofily in my life. I kept trying to control how my hips moved to keep my form and get more endurance out of my run, but that was not the way my body was built. All I ended up doing was losing my balance or direction and running into traffic or into somebody's yard. My boobs would raise and fall a full five inches with every stride. Due to the large displacement of my breasts, I was very distracted by the constant shifting in my center of gravity. I was thankful for the sports bra, but very disturbed when on one particular drop off I felt the fabric touch my chin. I noticed that the guys I use to run with were following me. Without thinking I just said, "Hey guys how is it going." In hind sight that was a stupid thing to do. They were now invited to run with me and, not knowing who I was, thought I was flirting with them. The first guy ran up along side of me and easily kept my pace. I picked up speed, but found that the body of my wife had limited strength when compared to a male. The guys started to ask me meaningless questions and just stared at my breasts. You could almost watch their heads bob with each stride. I then caught the second guy staring at my ass, or should I say the thong I was wearing that was now creeping out the top of my shorts. It was very humiliating. I quickly finished my last sprint around the outer block and headed back to the house. The boys never left my side the whole way talking about how great their intramural sports team was or how fast their car was. Did I sound this dumb when I talked to pretty girls? I had an idea to get out of this. I brought my wedding band up to my chest and acted like I was fixing my bra so the first guy could see that I was married. He got the hint and dropped back behind me with the second guy. I said bye to them and stopped in the front yard to cool down and stretch. I was astonished at how flexible my wife's body is. I could easily do the splits and pull either leg from the standing position up to my head. I actually had to go a bit past my head to feel the pull of the muscles. After a ten minute cool down I finished stretching and headed into the house. I snuck past my girls, not wanting to cover them in my sweat, and headed to the master bedroom. I closed the door behind me and locked it because regrettably our two-year-old had discovered how to open doors. I was pleased to see that I was finally going to get to choose what I wanted to wear. I first went to the underwear and looked at the huge selection I had. 90% of my choices were thongs, g-strings, and boy-cut panties. I was not too happy with that, but there were some basic cotton bikini cut options available. I grabbed a white pair that had a little frog on the front that said "toadily cool". They had green trim around them, but to my surprise had a slight, little brownish/red stain in middle where the vagina went. It looked a lot like the washed in blood stains I use to get on my t-shirts. They were clean and I was going to make them stink so what do I care; all I wanted was comfort. It was suppose to be hot out today so I decided to try out a denim skirt and a turquoise tank top. I found a basic white bra with support wire and decided I had what I needed to wear after my shower. I grabbed up my things and had to walk all the way to the other side of the house to shower. Jess had me install a portable shower head in the guest bathroom and she always used that shower. I arrived and locked the bathroom door. I felt the need to use the bathroom again, but this time it was not to pee. I removed my shorts and peeled the thong out of my ass. I sat down and did my business, and found that, yes, girls poop stinks too. I finished and flushed the evidence away. The familiar stench of a vagina was creeping up again. The smell was nothing unordinary it was just the smell of tuna and I did not like having to deal with it. I started the shower and removed my sports bra. I was more careful with my boobs now and used carefully planned moves to remove my bra. I felt the weight of my boobs, but it was not bothering me as much as it had been. AJ knocked on the door. "What do you want?" I asked. "When you clean yourself down there be careful. If you use my girly soaps to clean your vagina you will get a urinary tract infection," AJ warned. "Thanks for the advice," I replied. Now what do I do? I have to clean that spot. The smell is terrible. It did not smell that bad when we switched; of course it did have 12 hours to air out. Just then I figured it out; that is why she likes having the portable shower head. I arranged my towel where I could grab it and climbed into the shower. The water felt so cold to me. I forgot that Jessica likes her showers almost scalding hot. I turned up the heat and felt a lot better. I grabbed her loofa and lathered it up with her girly flower smelling soap and some water. I started to scrub really hard a first like I did with my old body and found that Jessica's delicate skin did not like that. I had to lightly lather and rinsed my body and I did it smelling like a flower the whole time. My head was getting hard to hold up straight and I could feel the weight of my hair pulling it back. This really sucks I thought. I grabbed the shampoo and put a generous amount in my hand. I then made sure that all of my hair was wet and began to wash. It took me about 5 minutes to feel like I had gotten the shampoo all the way down to my scalp. It took me another 5 minutes to rinse my hair and if that wasn't bad enough I now had to condition. I was amazed at the time and patience it took to clean my body. Now I know why a girl will shower and not wash her hair. I grabbed the portable shower head and detached it from its holder. I turned the spray on massage and started to work my back. Jessica's boobs put a lot of strain on her. I remembered that I needed to wash my vagina and placed the sprayer to it. I almost dropped to the floor. The sprayer was still on massage and it felt incredible on my vagina. I worked the right angle and the water was massaging my clit. I felt the energy from before well up in my abdomen, but this time it burst. I let out the quietest moan I could. I was seriously impressed. The orgasm was not as good as a man's, but it was noteworthy. I decided to test the multiple orgasm theory and see if woman were just lying to us men. I kept working the sprayer and suddenly I felt the energy return. It felt stronger than before, but like the time in the bathroom it stalled out. I needed more stimulation. I reached out and started rub my left nipple and pulled on it ever so slightly. It was just what I needed. This time I did drop to the floor as my legs gave out on me. I felt an overwhelming amount of energy pulse through my whole body. The best part was that it lasted for almost 10 seconds. The energy was nothing like that of man's ejaculation. This energy moved through almost all of your body, and it did not end so abruptly. It kind of echoed off of itself until I was reset for the next one. I decided I was going to hurt myself if I tried that again. I put the sprayer back on shower and finished cleaning up. I felt a strange warmth and flushness flowing through me. I was still breathing heavy too. The female orgasm took a lot out of a person. I was about done when I saw my razor sitting on a suction cup shelf on the wall. I guess I would have to make an attempt to shave as well. I grabbed my Venus 3 razor and found the girl shave gel on the corner of the bathtub. I directed the sprayer off of me and covered my legs in shaving foam. I took a little and placed it in my arm pits as well. I shaved my arm pits first and then moved down to my legs. I have seen my wife shave before and knew she started at her feet and worked her way up. I did not have much trouble at first. Shaving was going quickly and then, Ouch! I cut myself on the bump by my ankle. It bled for a bit, and I finished shaving my legs. I then saw the peeking of pubic hair around my bikini line. I grabbed the no bumps gel and placed a little around there. I shaved that clean and rinsed off. I turned off the water and grabbed my towel. I knew better from washing then to just rub the water off with the towel. I kind of patted myself dry and then wrapped up in the towel. I had a plan for my hair and started using the towel to get most of the water and then used the brush. Jessica never used her hair dryer because it gave her too much volume, besides one of her best hairstyles was to just put a little gel in and let it dry. It helped her get better curls in her long hair. I copied her tricks and began to get dressed. I took the towel off and felt the cold air on my nipples again, damn those things are sensitive. I put the white bra on, but this time I put it on with my first try. I pulled up my white bikini underwear and felt great. The underwear covered a generous portion of my butt, as large as it was, and felt very nice. I secretly found myself wishing I would have a vagina forever. I felt some pain on the skin of my legs and my armpits as I finished with my underwear. There were these horrible bumps on the inside of my armpits and it hurt a little when I put my deodorant on. I wonder if all girls have to deal with this, or if I just screwed up while shaving. I saw what I was missing on top of the vanity. There was a giant bottle of body cream from Bath and Body Works. Great, I thought, if I do not smell girly enough as it is. I grabbed the bottle and read sun-ripened raspberries. As I applied the lotion to my legs I realized this was the smell I liked on Jess the most. That would explain why I never was able to buy a bottle of perfume in this fragrance for her birthday, it was the lotion all along. I finished applying lotion to my legs, arms, hands, feet, back, and neck. The smell in the tiny bathroom was beginning to be a bit much. I grabbed the tank top and situated it. I then grabbed the denim skirt and pulled it up. Zipping it up was ok but it was hard to snap it. I ended up rotating the skirt to the front, snapping it, and then rotating back. It messed up my underwear but I was able to reach back up through the skirt and get everything back in its proper place. The skirt was still a little tighter around my waist then I would have liked and did not quite make it down to my knees. I still felt covered compared to yesterday's apparel; at least my shirt covered my stomach this time. I went about the day pretty much as normal. It took my hair 4 hours to dry, but I really did not seem to notice all that much. I watched some holovision and played with my daughters. AJ was doing alright too. He was complaining about how hard it was to control his erections though. He admitted that having a penis was not all that he had hoped. The ball sack kept getting sweaty and sticking to the side of his legs. His penis would get sweaty and stick to his skin too. It was very uncomfortable and he was not enjoying that part, but he did say that is was a dream come true not having to lug those breasts around all the time. I sighed because he did have a point. I managed to urinate as a woman uneventfully for the first time that afternoon. I know that does not sound like a big accomplishment, but I was very happy. The smell was starting to creep back, but it was not as bad and I think I was getting use to it. I was really perplexed and wondering how girls managed to keep that tuna smell from getting so strong. As a guy I never thought it smelled, maybe my nose was more sensitive to these things. I used another baby wipe when I was done to freshen up. AJ put our daughters down for a nap and was rather pleased with himself. He looked up at me and I could tell something was up by looking at his eyes. "You cannot say you are too tired now," he whispered as he started kissing my neck. I could not say anything. I loved the feel of him kissing me and pulling my breasts into his body. He led me into the bedroom and joked that is was time for my nap. I obliged and lay down on the bed. AJ lay down beside me and out of curiosity I reached out and stroked the front of his pants. He was turning rock hard. I knew in the back of my mind that it did not feel good to have a hard on in those shorts he was wearing. He quickly stripped off his clothes and started to pull at mine. I let him take off my tank top and my bra, but I stopped him when he started to reach up my skirt. I wanted a back rub to get me in the mood. AJ had a look of desperation on his face. He was very turned on and ready to ride me, but was now stuck with this task. I as AJ had rubbed Jessica's back for years to help get her in the mood, and now it was payback. I rolled over on my stomach carefully setting my breasts on the sheets. As I adjusted them the silk sheets made them feel so wonderful. AJ started to rub my shoulders and worked my whole back over for a good ten minutes. I decided that I had teased him enough and rolled over. He once again dove right up my skirt and I had to cut him off. He looked at me confused so I jiggled my breasts for him. He hesitantly started to suck and rub my nipples. I was on cloud nine. The feeling of having somebody else stimulate your nipples was explosive. Waves of ecstasy flowed from my breasts to my abdomen. I was getting really wet. AJ expertly snuck his hands up my skirt and grabbed my underwear. He fingered the outside of my vagina through my panties. I was really starting to get into this. He then pulled the panties down my legs and off. He rolled my skirt up and I spread my legs willingly. I thought he was just going to dive into me, but thankfully he had another plan. He took his fingers and started to slide them in and out of my pussy. I was surprised by the sensation at first, but it lost its appeal very shortly. I did not feel much deep in my vagina; mostly there was just the pressure of his finger pushing. He then turned his finger up and found the ribbed spot I always went after. I could not believe the strength of the energy building in me. I was getting louder and louder, and AJ was trying to keep me quiet so I did not wake the kids. I grabbed a pillow and screamed into it as I came the second time. AJ saw me relax and decided it was his turn for some pleasure. He put a little KY on his penis and then slowly positioned himself between my legs. I looked up from my back and laughed, for I had never imagined I would be in this position, but I was and I wanted him so bad. I felt the penis at the lips of my vagina and felt him start to press into me. I was being penetrated, and was never going to be the same again. At first it felt a little like his finger when it entered me, but just on a larger scale. The head of his penis pushed in past my lips and I felt lots of pressure. It started to hurt and I was getting very uncomfortable. AJ looked down at me and slowed down. He knew what I was feeling and very carefully kept pushing himself in me. I was scared and this was not feeling good. I was about to make him quit when the pain and over whelming pressure just stopped. He was all the way in me and I felt alright. I noticed for the first time I control my pussy muscles and I could affect how it felt for him. He looked down and me, smiled, and then said, "The difficult part is over, let's have some fun now." The gentleness he showed before was gone. He started pump me hard, and with each slam of our crotches I was sliding up to the headboards. It was incredible. He was going faster and stronger, and I was in a state of pure bliss. Then he stopped and just held himself up leaning over my chest making a very funny face. I did not feel him cum and I was not there yet. He held himself there catching his breath and kept whispering, "that was so much better than a girl's." I kept quiet about how quickly he came and asked him to pull out. He pulled out easily and I felt very different down there. I rolled out of bed and started to collect my clothes. "You might want to sit on the toilet and clean up," he said. I looked down at my crotch, but from my angle there was nothing there to clean. I went into the bathroom and dabbed the outside of my vagina. There was a little bit of cum, but nothing that required that I sit on the toilet for. I put my panties back and left the bathroom. My breasts felt so sensitive and even the slight air moving across them from the ceiling fan was a joy. I found my bra thrown on the other side of the room and put it back on. My body was not settling down. I was still breathing hard and my heart was still fluttering. I felt warmth through my body that penetrated the very bones in my body. Even my fingers tingled from act I just committed. I finished dressing and left the bedroom. We sat on the couch not saying much to each other. I was not really embarrassed, but we both needed time accept what had just happened. The side effects of sex were starting to subside and my vagina was starting to hurt. "AJ, did your pussy hurt this much after sex?" I asked. "Yes, it is just a part of being a girl," she said. "Sorry about that, I have had to deal with it for a while. Next time we will go slowly and it will not hurt like that near as much," she suggested. "Did you always feel this tired after sex?" AJ asked. "Yeah, that is a good thing when it is time for bed," I said. I was not sure I wanted him go slower, just longer. I felt dampness at my crotch along with the pain, but did my best to ignore it. The rest of the day went by in an awkward sort of way. I began to feel like AJ had taken something from me, and I was less of a person for what we did. I did like it a lot though. AJ made dinner and afterwards I cleaned up. We went for our family walk and took some old bread to feed the ducks at the pond. Our daughter loved to feed them, even if that meant running into the water to get the bread to them. I laughed as AJ chased her into the pond to get her back. AJ gave the girls a bath and I made a bottle for our youngest. I got my clean little girl back and she got her last meal for the day. She burped and fell asleep in my arms nuzzled against my breasts. I was amazed at the feelings flowing through me. I had never bonded with my kids like this before. I put our youngest to bed and came back to the living room to find AJ reading a bedtime story. I smiled and stayed out of site so our oldest would not be distracted. Ten minutes later she was asleep and AJ carried her to bed. I was pretty tired myself and went back to our bedroom for good night's sleep. AJ followed me and pulled me close to him. He kissed me passionately and held me tight against him. He whispered, "I love you." It meant the world to me. My feelings of being used or of being less of person were gone. "I love you more," I teased. AJ stripped down to his boxers and climbed into bed. I was about to do the same when I remembered that was not how Jess slept. I decided to go pee first and not risk getting into bed and having to get up in the middle of the night. The seat was up and there was urine on the sides of the bowl. AJ had better learn to aim better or I am going to make him sit to pee. I unfastened my skirt and let it fall to the floor. I stepped out of it and looked at myself in the mirror for a while. I found myself fixing my hair and wondering how long it had looked like that for. I looked at my stomach and saw a slight pouch of fat in the front, and then I realized that I was being stupid. There is not a guy in the world would notice it. I loved the look of panties around my wife's vagina, but there was something weird. I had a damp spot showing through. I pulled my underwear down and was disgusted. It looked like all of the cum from our sex had leaked out. Oh crap, I had been walking in it for the last 6 hours. I stepped out of my panties, sat down, and went pee. For the first time I noticed how different it was to pee as a girl. The sound of the urine coming out was a softer noise and everything about it was a much cleaner act as a girl then it ever was as a guy. There was no spray back, and having sex would not cause your penis to glue parts of your penis shut shooting urine in random directions when used. That must have been why urine was on the sides of the bowl, I thought. I cleaned up, flushed, washed my hands, and moisturized. I took off my tank top with little regard, because the bra was still protecting my breasts. I then unlatched the bra and was very happy to give my shoulders a break. If it had not have been for the back rub I had earlier, my neck and back would have been in agony. I piled up my clothes and stepped out of the bathroom completely naked. My vagina was feeling a lot better and I was hoping AJ was ready for a second course. AJ was fast asleep and he did not even turn off the lights. I put my clothes in the hamper and went to my dresser for something to sleep in. I grabbed an oversized t-shirt, which I recognized as one of AJ's from college. I carefully put it on and started to rummage through her underwear. I decided that I was only going to be wearing this pair while sleeping so I decided to be brave. I grabbed a dark purple v cut g- string and pulled it up my legs to my crotch. I pulled the g-string up my butt and it felt so much better than a thong. The two elastic waist bands rode high on my hips, but it was very comfortable. I was not thrilled that my butt was completely uncovered, but I could definitely see myself wearing these more often. I grabbed a pink patterned cotton mini skirt that I had seen Jess sleep in before and pulled it up. I turned off the light and climbed into bed. "Jess," AJ whispered. "Come over here and lay your head on my chest." I did not know he was awake, but I decided to give it a try. He then pulled me close to his body and wrapped his arms around me. I felt so protected and secure. I closed my eyes and was asleep in no time. Being a woman was so foreign, but I had to admit I really liked it.