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My dreams were frantic and confused. A mix of past acquaintances barging in and out of my dreams for various different reasons and with different messages for me. In my dreams I was still a man. I was still the same old John I had been when I arrived here. At one point in my dreams I was escorting a beautiful woman back to my old apartment. Of course my dream apartment was way nicer than reality. We drifted, kissing passionately to my huge four poster bed and we began to undress. Her body was amazing, a collection of all the best parts of all the most attractive women I had ever been lucky enough to spend the night with. Her breasts were perfect, soft and perky. The color of cream caramel, nipples pink and inviting. I licked and bit at them, eliciting breathy moans. I could feel my cock straining at my pants. She was naked before me and pulled me down beside her on to the bed. I reached down to cup her sex. It was hot and moist against my hand. I rubbed slightly, travelling up the folds of her pussy and towards her clit. She writhed and moaned in pleasure. I could feel her nails scratching my back. My cock felt like it was going to blow through my zipper. She reached down and undid the button and I pulled the pants off my legs. I moved round and down to bring my face between her legs. The taste of her vagina was intoxicating. She bucked and moaned, squeezing my head with her thighs. As she came, she screamed and pulled my hair. I kissed up her body as she basked in the after glow of her orgasm. I held her for a moment. She said she was impressed, she said she wanted to return the favor. She pushed me onto my back and kissed down my chest. She expertly licked and teased my cock. My cock slipped easily between her eager lips. The growing pressure was intense. I felt like I should have cum by now, but being a dream, I just enjoyed the view of this beautiful women with my cock in her mouth. She reached up with one hand and began teasing my nipple. The sensation was like an electric current running between my nipple and my balls. I could feel the orgasm building to higher and higher pitch. I had never felt anything like this before. The women sucked harder and faster. I lay my head back for a moment as I came and the orgasm exploded through my entire body. My whole body shook and I couldn't help jumping as electricity shook at random intervals thorough my body. The orgasm went on for what felt like hours. I had never had an orgasm last so long. I opened my eyes and looked down to my lover. She was now obscured by the large breasts sticking out of my chest, but I could still make out that she no longer had my cock in her mouth but was now licking and teasing my clitoris. With a sudden cold terror I felt the alien feeling of something moving inside me. Penetrating my virgin pussy. I woke with a start. The glow of the orgasm followed me into the real world but was fast dissipating in the face of my panic. I could feel wetness between my thighs and under my butt. One hand was under my shirt and caressing my breast and the other... My other hand was down between my legs slick with my own juices. I slowly moved my hands down to my side and just lay there and tried to collect my thoughts. Obviously I had had my first "wet dream". I had been pleasuring myself along with my dream. I wasn't sure how to take that. In one way, I felt violated but in another, it was not something that I hadn't done a thousand times as a man. But somehow it felt dirty as a woman. Like I'd taken advantage of... Of....who? Myself? I'd raped myself? In my sleep? That was ridiculous. I sat up and swung my legs over the side of the bed. My breasts bounced to a stand still as I thought about this turn of events. "I guess, that's what I get for going to bed without underpants on," I said to myself. "You just can't be trusted to keep to yourself when there's a hot chick around." I stood to go get in the shower but then stopped. "Did you just refer to yourself as a 'Hot Chick'?" I asked myself in surprise. "Wow, that's some ego you've got there, dude." I felt dirty as I walked towards the shower. My inner thighs were slick with my juices. I felt like I'd wet myself and as I walked a dribble of fluid ran down my leg, ankle and onto my foot. "Ok, that's kinda gross," I said to myself. Once I got to the bathroom I looked at myself in the mirror. I laughed as my image reminded myself of all the girls I'd brought home. A small, blond woman, looking a little bedraggled and dressed in an over sized men's t shirt. I looked a mess but also really cute in a weird way. My short blond hair was tussled and scruffy and my eyes were puffy. My mouth felt like carpet so I reached for my toothbrush and started to try and get the taste out of my mouth. As I brushed vigorously my breasts jiggled and swung from my chest in time with my brushing. It was distracting at first so I varied my speed from fast to slow and back again so see if it made a difference. They were almost pulling me off balance. I reached up with my other hand and held them in place as I finished brushing. I smiled into the mirror. I had a nice smile, I thought. I studied my face. It was very cute, with big blue eyes, slightly rounded cheeks, a softer jaw line, kissable lips and a button nose. I wasn't stunning but I was definitely hot. My ears were smaller too and my neck looked odd without my Adam's apple sticking out, it looked more slim and graceful. As I lent forward I noticed my nipples were brushing against the fabric of my t shirt in a pleasant but very distracting way. I reached down and pulled the shirt off over my head and threw it on the floor. I looked at my boobs in the mirror. They were big, no doubt about it. I cupped and lifted them, feeling the weight. I could see them becoming a problem in the future. I had been thinking about this situation since I woke up in the med bay, having tits in my line of work was going to be an issue at the best of times. Body armor is not really made for women. But having tits this big was gonna cause more issues than just that. I let them go and felt the tug as they fell. I bounced on my toes and they jumped around, unrestrained on my chest. After a minute it was quite painful, I reached up and held them still, as if they were in a bra but they still bounced around a lot. I stopped bouncing and instead swung my shoulders from side to side, this too caused uncomfortable movement in my chest and I stopped after a few swings. I lent forward over the sink and watched my boobs sag forwards and hang from my chest like udders. I pushed my arms together, squashing my breasts together, creating a massive cleavage. I looked down it in the mirror and imagined that I was looking down a girls top in a bar. Then I looked straight down my chest, seeing the breasts sticking out of my own chest. I reached up a hand and pinched my large pink nipple. A pleasant shock shot from my breast and my nipple became hard. I did the same with my other nipple. This felt really good, I thought. I felt myself becoming turned on by looking at this woman in the mirror, playing with her tits. I imagined that I was watching her through a window. I continued to tease and play with my breasts but turned around in the mirror and took a look at my ass. I was a lot shorter now and had to take a couple of steps from the basin and stand on my tip toes to get a good look. I wished that I was taller, I was very short, even for a woman. I thought my legs looked a little stumpy. I went back to looking at my ass. It was definitely bigger. It felt huge, much wider than I was used to but, now I looked at it in the mirror, it was actually not that big. It was a nice shape and nicely toned. It was the type of ass that looked awesome in tight jeans or a cocktail dress. I wondered if I would ever have to wear a cocktail dress, I hoped not. Over all I had a very nice body. A body that most women would be proud of. As I turned back to face the mirror, still playing with my boobs, still imagining that I was watching this woman through a window, my eyes were drawn to my crotch. A small patch of blond pubic hair was there. As I watched, the woman in the mirror opened her legs slightly and I could just see the outline of her sex. She reached down and ran a finger across her wet vagina. A shiver ran up my body. Curiosity finally got the better of me and I watched as the girl in the mirror stepped towards the mirror and lifted her leg and put it on the basin, giving me a unobstructed view of her pussy. I reached down and stroked the lips of my pussy. The feeling was very alien to me but also amazing. I was experiencing a bizarre mixture of curiosity and eroticism. I lent down farther to get a better look at my new genitals. It looked like every other pussy I'd ever seen. The only difference being that it was between my legs. I watched in the mirror as my lips slid around my wet fingers. I felt my vagina getting warm and the juices began to increase. In the mirror I could see the opening between my pussy lips and, in a moment of fearlessness caused by my increased hornyness, I slipped a slender finger into my pussy for the second time this morning. The feeling was weird, I had never experienced anything like it before. I felt around with my finger, slipping in another as I did. The feeling of being penetrated and then stretched slightly was incredible. I brought my foot down off of the basin because I wasn't sure I could keep my balance. I watched as the woman in the mirror played with her tits with one hand and fingered herself with the other. Her face was flushed and her breathing was ragged. I continued to plunge my fingers in and out of my pussy but began to search for my clit with my thumb. When my finger brushed against it, the sudden increase in sensation caused me to stumble back against the shower door. I slid down the shower door as my leg gave out. I sat on the floor with my legs spread and my knees bent. The feelings were increasing at an alarming rate. I could no long see the girl in the mirror, so I just looked down and enjoyed the view of my sexy body as I masturbated in a way I never thought I would. The warmth built in my whole body and I heard myself moaning loudly. As the feeling became almost too much to take I closed my eyes and pushed through to the orgasm waiting on the other side. It felt incredible. My whole body shook and bucked on the floor of the bathroom. I slumped down onto my side, panting. I began to move my fingers out from my pussy but every movement rubbed something sensitive and my body bucked in pleasure. Finally I managed to remove my trembling fingers from my vagina. I lay there panting and basking in the afterglow of the orgasm. "Ok, that was pretty damn good." I panted to myself. I slowly picked myself up off of the floor and drew a bathtub of warm soapy water for myself. Once the tub was full I lowered myself into the water and let the bubbles soak away the aches from my muscles. I looked down my body as I lay there, it was weird to see my breasts bobbing just under the water but not the familiar outline of my penis between my legs. I wondered if I would ever get used to this view. The soap made the skin of my breast glisten in the light of the bathroom. The A/C made my nipple stiff as they poked out of the water. I closed my eyes and ran my hands over my naked breasts, enjoying the feeling of my smooth skin. I was just beginning to slide my hand down between my legs for a repeat of my earlier experiments. After all I had a lot of catching up to do with other women of my age. A knock on my door startled me from my relaxation. I heard Sara at the door. "Hey, John! You awake yet? We've got a busy day to get underway." "I'm in the tub. Hold on," I called back. I heard the front door open and Sara come into my rooms. "Ok, well we need to get going. Lucas is getting the car" Sara called. "I brought breakfast." I stood up and climbed out of the tub. I stood dripping on the bathroom mat while I found a towel. I wrapped it around my waist and turned to walk into my bedroom. "I told you you need to wrap it around your chest," Sara gently chastised me from where she sat on my bed. I paused in surprise for a moment but managed to stop myself before I covered my breasts with my hands. I refused to be a shy little girl. I was still the same guy inside and I wasn't going to jump and run to the 'girly handbook' every time something like this happened. I gathered my composure and walked into my bedroom. "I know, but this feel more normal for me so I'll keep doing it this way until I decide to change my towel regiment," I stated flatly. Sara smiled "Oh touchy. I only mentioned it because your tits are going to drip water all over the floor if you don't." "I'm not touchy. I just don't see the point in changing the way I do every thing just because I'm a woman now," I replied. "Ok, suit yourself," Sara said as she looked down at the puddle of water dripping off of my breasts and onto the floor just in front of my feet. I pointedly ignored her look and crossed to the draws, pulled out another top that Lucas had gotten for me along with a bra and panties. It felt strange as I pulled the panties up over my crotch. I put the bra on backward and the pulled it up, span it and settled my breasts into the cup like Sara showed me. It did feel nice to have them supported but the bra pinched a little and I wasn't thrilled with how the bra made my boobs look twice as big. "So what's the plan for the day?" I asked as I pulled the T shirt on over my breasts. "We are going to go shopping for some clothes," Sara said smugly. "No way!" I exclaimed. "Can't we just order them on line?" "No, this is a part of learning to be the new you. Girls shop, if you don't at least know how to shop you'll stick out like a sore thumb on any under cover missions." "This is some bullshit. Can't we start with something easier?" I complained as I slumped down on the bed. "Nope, this is the mission," Sara said. I was not going to get out of this, I could tell. So I just grudgingly followed Sara out to her car. Lucas was not coming with us, he said he was going to go and hang out with Debbie. We left the compound and headed through the town and out the the mall that was a few miles south on the freeway. While we drove I looked out of the window and listened to the radio. "Ok, so here's a big question for you," Sara began, "Have you picked a girls name. We can't keep calling you John." This took me by surprise and I struggled to come up with something. "Er, how about Joan?" I stumbled. "Joan? Real inventive, John. I thought you were suppose to be quick on your feet?" Sara teased. "You took me by surprise," I moaned. "Ok, how about this? What was your parents going to call you if you'd been born a girl?" Sara asked. I thought for a moment. "Stephanie, I think," I answered. "Stephanie Rivas." Sara tested the name out. "I like it. Pleased to me you, Steph." "I didn't say that I was going to choose that name," I protested. "Well, you didn't choose your old name, your parents did and so it follows that they choose your new name too," Sara replied. "You've been taking sensitivity lessons from Lucas, haven't you?" I grumbled. "Nope, I can be a mean bitch all by myself," she smiled. I couldn't help but laugh. The rest of the journey as pretty uneventful. We arrived at the mall in the late morning and the place seemed surprisingly full. After Sara parked the car we walked towards the main store. "So, what are we getting?" I asked. "Pretty much everything. You need a whole wardrobe," Sara explained. "Don't worry though, it's all part of the relocation package in your contract. I'm gonna pay for it all on the company credit card and they can cover the cost." I was very nervous but what surprised me was Sara didn't seem too enthusiastic to be shopping either. We walked into the first store and began to head to the women's section. The music was too loud and the women's section was filled with teenage girls. "You don't seem to thrilled to be here. I thought the idea was to teach me how to shop like a chick?" I asked Sara. "Well, despite looking like a girl, I'm not the biggest fan of shopping as one. I mean, I'll show you how to do it, how to blend in but enjoyment of task at hand is a personal matter." She smiled. That seemed fair but in an effort to stall and buy me some more time before I had to actually do any shopping I decided to probe a little. "So what is it you don't enjoy about it?" I asked. Sara stopped and thought for a bit. "Well, its a few different things. Firstly, Womens clothes are generally more expensive than mens clothes, and for no real reason that I can work out. So thats annoying. Then none of the sizes are standard and that makes a huge difference when you're buying clothes as a girl. Finally, and this is more of a personal thing but the stores with the clothes that I like always seem to be filled with teenage girls and so whenever I'm looking around or if I use the changing rooms, I can't help feeling like a dirty old man sneaking into the girls locker room." I laughed but then as it sank in, I looked around at all the pretty young girls going through the racks of clothes and began to feel the same sense of being a 'dirty old man', even though some of the girls her looked older than I looked. "Yeah, now you mention it, that is weird," I replied. "I know, right. I know for a fact that even if I was attracted to one of these girls, there's nothing I could do about it anyway. But then I still have this little voice at the back of my head saying 'you shouldn't be in here, this is wrong, you're a pervert spying on half naked girls'. I know I'm not but it's like a residual taboo from when I was a guy," Sara whispered as she began to look at a rack of clothing. I thought about it for a moment but then figured that everything is so messed up in my head right now, one more awkward feeling would barely register. "So, what do I do?" I asked. "Don't get caught staring at theirs breasts in the changing rooms," Sara advised. "That doesn't go over very well." "Well, duh. But I meant as far as shopping as a girl goes." I smiled. Sara laughed and explained that there is a lot more to consider when it came to womens clothes. Fabric, cut, season, current fashion, skin coloring, make up, occasion. She was making my head spin and when she noticed she stopped her barrage of education. "Ok, lets take baby steps. We'll get you a few things to get you started and go from there another day," she said. "Great, what do I need?" I asked. Sara reeled off a list of basics. including underwear, casual wear, workout stuff and something a little more formal. I put my foot down when she began to suggest dresses but I had no such luck when the subject of make up reared its ugly head. "No argument. We are going to go and get you a makeover. They'll teach you how to use the right make up and not end up looking like a clown," Sara told me. "But I don't need make up," I whined. "But you'll be expected to wear it at some point and so you need to know how it works," Sara countered. She was right but I wasn't happy. "Fine," I said, "But let's start with underwear. This bra is pinching the shit out of me." Sara laughed again and we set off to the underwear store. There was a very pretty young girl working in the store. If I hadn't been lacking my usual....confidence, I would have tried to pick her up. Sara explained that I was her sister and that I needed to get a proper bra fitting. The girl took me to a back room and told me to remove my t shirt and bra. I felt my face turn red. She came and stood in front of me, leaning closer to wrap a tape measure around my chest. I felt her sweet breath on my face and neck as she chatted to me while taking my measurements. "Is this the first time you've ever been measured?" she asked. "Er, yes it is," I replied. "Huh, I'm surprised. Most women with as ample breasts as you are borderline experts in bras as soon as they're half way through puberty." She smiled. "I've only just got them" I winced as the words left my mouth. "What?" she asked in puzzlement. "Growth spurt. It's kind of a family tradition," I scrambled. She laughed and told me I was a 32DD cup. I was stunned. "Are you ok?" She looked worried. "You went a little pale there." "I'm...I'm fine. It's just knowing that they're big and then finding out that they're THAT big took me by surprise," I stammered. "It's ok. I would imagine that having to deal with those bad girls would be a little daunting. But our bras will help a lot," the girl assured with a little laugh. She went out to the shop front and brought back a large selection of bras in my size. When I tried them on I found that some were still a little pinchy but most were very comfortable. I selected ten of the best bra and pantie sets in various styles and shapes. As we were paying I throw in a couple of sports bras on to the pile. We left the store and went to look through a few clothing stores. I tried to pick the most masculine clothes I could find but Sara kept saying no and then putting them back. I managed to keep a couple of items but as a compromise I ended up with just as many girly tops in my basket. We then went to the changing rooms to try everything on. It wasn't as bad as I thought, the cubical s were huge and Sara came in with me and helped me pick what looked best. I learned first hand what Sara was trying to explain about having to try things on. Out of the five pairs of same size jeans I collected, only three actually fit me and only two fit me well. The t shirts were the same issue. Some were too baggy, some looked like my breasts were going to tear through at any moment and some just didn't come close to fitting. I bought three t shirts and two pants. We moved around to another few stores. Sara began to explain how to pick appropriate types of clothing. I began to miss the ease of dressing as a man. Even the masculine style clothing I was trying on was way more complex than buying men's clothes. The biggest issue I had was to do with my body shape. Being as short as I was and having hips and breasts a large as I did seemed to throw off the sizing of most of the clothes. Sara suggested that we buy the stuff that is closest to fitting me and then take it to a tailor. I could tell that shopping for new clothes in the future was going to be an expensive proposition. We finished the first round of shopping and decided to go for lunch. "I could totally go for a burger right now," I said as my stomach growled. "I would normally council you to watch what what you eat now that you're a girl but having seen how much Lucas eats without ever gaining a pound, I think I'd be wasting my time," Sara grumbled along with my stomach. "Really? I can't get fat?" I cried a little too loud. "Shhh! Yes, that's what I'm saying. But you should get into the habit of eating like a lady when in public to avoid suspicion. So It's salad for lunch today," Sara grinned. We made our way over to the food court, Sara bought the food and we sat down to eat. I couldn't help noticing, once we sat down the number of people checking us out. Guys and girls alike, we seemed to draw alot of attention. "Why is everyone looking at us like that?" I whispered. "Seriously?" Sara asked incredulously, "We're two smoking hot chicks with huge chests and expensive clothes, eating in a little mall just outside an even smaller town. We stand out." "Really, that much?" I continued to look around at our spectators. "Girl, you can barely keep your eyes off my ass and you know exactly what I am. So how do they stand a chance?" Sara winked. We laughed and continued our meal. As we were getting ready to leave a small group of men came to our table. They were all college age and looked like they played a lot of sports. Sara smiled as the leader introduced himself. "Afternoon ladies, I'm Rory. How you doing?" Rory said with his best smile. "We're fine, thanks. Do you want our table? We're just leaving," Sara offered. "Well, actually we were hoping to get your numbers," Rory smirked. One other guy snorted. "Er...No, I don't think so," I blurted out. "Whats the matter, you too good for the likes of us?" Rory became a little more aggressive. "No, we're just spoken for. No offence meant," Sara covered. "Yeah, well how about a kiss to make up for it?" He grinned. He took a step forward and I stepped back without thinking. "I don't think so, like I told you we have boyfriends" Sara said and stepped back with me and the guided me around the other way, back to the stores. The guys said something that I didn't catch as we walked away but I felt Sara tense up for a moment at whatever it was. "What was that guys problem?" I asked. "You'll realize pretty quick that some guys think that a pretty girl owes them something. They start off all friendly and then get angry when you give them the brush off," Sara explained. I thought of some of the times i'd been less than friendly when getting the cold shoulder from girls. "Yeah, I guess I already knew that," I mumbled. "Oh yeah? Well, it gets worse. Knowing that it happens and having it happen to you every day are two different things. It gets old REALLY quick. In fact I think you might have biggest problem with that," Sara advised. "Yeah, I guess so," I grumbled. We carried on shopping for the rest of the day. We collected a huge pile of clothes, in many different styles and colors. I hated every minute of it. In one of the large communal changing rooms I committed the cardinal crime. There was a beautiful red head trying on some clothes and I couldn't help but gaze at her amazing body. I was lost in the thoughts of what I would do to this girl when a voice broke into my fantasy. "Er, can I help you with something?" the red head asked. "Er, I'm sorry, what?" I said as I shook myself out of my daze. "You've been staring at me since I came in here. I was just wondering what your problem is?" The girl looked angry. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to, I was thinking of something else, I didn't realize I was staring," I tried to defuse the situation. "No you weren't. You've been staring at me. We don't need any dykes in here perving on us, so why don't you and you're girlfriend take it somewhere else," The girl spat. "Hey, look, I'm sorry, I didn't..," I tried but the red head cut me off. "Listen bitch, get the fuck out before there's trouble," she threatened. I had no idea how to deal with this situation, I was caught fair and square but I wasn't hurting her. I had said sorry but she seemed determined to escalate the situation and I couldn't stop her. If we had been guys and the situation was the same, I could have dealt with it or at least decked the bitch but as a woman I was unsure as to my options. So I just started to cry. "Oh right, now you're gonna cry like a little lesbo baby?" The girl began to push me in time with the words. "Ok, you bigoted piece of redneck shit, I was gonna let my friend here deal with you but it seems that she's having a bad day. So try this, if you don't back the fuck up right now, I'm gonna knock your teeth through the back of your head. Understand?" Sara said as she slowly stood and walk towards us. The girl spun around and squared off to Sara. "We don't want you perverts around here, whore!" She yelled and swung a fist at Sara. Sara raised one of her bionic arms and blocked the punch. There was a sickening crunch as the girls fist connected with Sara metal arm and shattered. The girl screamed, grabbed her hand and dropped to her knees in pain. Sara lent down and lifted the girls chin with one hand and drew her other fist back, ready to follow through with her threat. "Ok, now it's my turn to throw a punch," Sara said in a cold tone as the girl cried and held her ruined hand. "Or, you can accept my friend's apologies and we can move past this and carry on with our lives?" "No, don't hit me! I'm sorry, I accept. It's fine, just don't hit me!" the girl whimpered. Sara let go of the girls chin just as the security came in to check what was going on. Thankfully, the girl told the guards that she had fallen and broken her hand. An ambulance was called. We made our excuses and left. We decided to call it a day. On the drive home I though about how much more exciting shopping as a girl was. I decided I didn't like it either. We drove home in silence but when we arrived at my apartment I turned to Sara. She was putting the bags on the bed. "Thank you for helping me back there," I said. "That's ok, I wouldn't of hit her. I was banking on her swinging first and hurting herself," Sara smiled. I laughed. "So whats the plan now? It's only five in the evening." Sara explained that Lucus said he would swing by later, but she didn't really have any plans for the rest of the day. She said she would go out and grab a bottle of wine and some food while I put the clothes away. I agreed and Sara headed out telling me she'd be back in and hour. I emptied the clothes out onto the bed. I figured I'd try and sort them a little, create a system, before I put them away. I started piles of T shirts, pants, underwear, workout gear, etc. I realized that I suddenly had a bigger female wardrobe than I ever had as a man. I picked up a bra and panties set that Sara had forced me to buy. She had said that every women has to have at least one set of 'sexy underwear'. Its was like a law, she said. I had picked the least lacey set we found but they were still pretty hot. I held them in my hands and tried imagine what they'd look like on a hot young chick. Then I was struck by an idea. I went out and double checked that the door was dead-bolted. Then I came back into the bedroom. I took the bra and panties and placed them on the counter next to the full length mirror at the foot of the bed. I looked at myself. I couldn't even recognize myself, all I saw was a short, blond girl of around 19years old with generous breasts and a hourglass figure, dressed in casual jeans and a comfortable top. She looked like a tom-boy. The type of girl who liked to play sports and talk shit with her guy friends in the bar. Her short hair only added to the impression. The girl in the mirror slowly lifted the hem of her top and pulled it off over her head exposing her large breasts in the plain bra she had on. The movement tussled her hair in a cute way. She stopped for a second, then turned away from the mirror, gazing over her shoulder and undid the button on her jeans. She worked her jeans and panties down, off her hips, causing her breasts to sway from side to side in their cups. The girls ass looked amazing. Large but firm and perfectly heart shaped. The girl slapped her ass with the flat of her hand, causing a pleasant slapping sound. The girl then turned back, reached behind her ans unclasped her bra. The relief of removing her bra made her sigh and a breathy moan escaped her lips. Her breasts hug down slightly, her sexy pink nipples became erect. She paused and gazed at herself naked in the mirror. The girl in the mirror reached up and cupped her boobs, pinched her nipples. Another gasp issued forth from her increased arousal. The girl took the lacy underwear from the counter. She turned away from the mirror as she slipped it on. When she came back into view, my breath caught in my throat. She looked so hot. The black lace cups lifted her breasts slightly and pushed them together creating an incredible cleavage. The tiny black panties barely covered the girls sex and from behind her ass looked even more enticing. The girl swayed back and forth, in time with imaginary music. Gradually the girl began to run her hands over her soft curves. I was so turned on I thought I might cum just from watching this performance. I felt her soft skin and the weight as I cupped her breasts in my hands. The sexual tension was amazing. I watched as the girls hands explored her whole body, moving progressively closer to the treasure nestled between her legs. This was the best table dance I had ever witnessed. Every time I wondered "What would she look like if she touched herself there..." The girl in the mirror immediately did what I was thinking and I was able to enjoy watching her do it. Fulfilling my fantasies. I was so turned on by this display I could barely keep my legs underneath me. I watched as the girl in the mirror slowly worked her hand down into her panties. Another gasp escaped her lips as her had brushed something hot, wet and most importantly, sensitive. At the same time a bolt of electrical pleasure hot through my body. I ran my fingers over the swollen lips of the girls wet pussy, listening to her moan in pleasure. I gently parted her lips and... There was loud knock on the door. I almost jumped out of my skin. I watched the girl in the mirror pull her hands from out of her panties and look up. We locked eyes for a moment and the spell was broken. I looked.... I looked like I had been caught masturbating. Which I had. My cheeks were bright red, I was breathing heavily and my hair was a mess. Worst of all I was now the one wearing the sexy underwear that my 'horny girl in the mirror' had just been wearing. I realized immediately that I had to cover up. I grabbed my huge robe and covered myself. Opening the door I found Lucas standing outside. "Hi ya," he said as he brushed past me and entered. "Hey, Lucas. How was your day?" I asked. "It was pretty shitty. This new project that they want me involved in is bad news and to make matters worse.....am I interrupting something?" Lucas suddenly looked at me properly for the first time. I felt my face go bright red. "Er...no. I was just going to take a shower," I lied. Lucas looked me over and slowly walked round me. "How did the shopping trip go?" He asked suspiciously. "Fine. It was fine, thanks," I lied. "Did you get anything nice?" Lucas probed. "Yeah, some nice things," I replied. "Why are you out of breath?" Lucas asked with a wicked grin plastered on his face. My mind raced to find an excuse. And then went blank. "I was....dancing." I felt my head drop and I stared at the floor weighting for the laughter. But it never came. "Oh, ok. Why were you dancing?" Lucas asked as he stopped staring at me and wandered over to the kitchenette. "I don't know....I just got back and was looking through the clothes we bought and decided to try some stuff on. Then I just got carried away...," I mumbled. "A little fashion show, huh?" Lucas smiled, placed a small birthday paper wrapped box on the counter and the opened the fridge, "You didn't go food shopping though, I see. We need to get you some beer, at least." "Yeah, I guess I can't eat pizza all the time. Is it true that I won't every gain weight?" I asked. Lucas looked up form the empty fridge. "Oh yeah, you might loose a little weight if you really work at it but you'll find putting weight on almost impossible. We burn a shit load of calories just hanging out." "Well, that's good to know," I said. Lucas had crossed to the phone and dialed. He talked to the person on the end of the line for a moment and then hung up. "Ok, food and drink should be here in a little while," he said. "So what did you buy that made you wanna dance?." I felt my face flush again. "You're gonna have to learn to control that, if you go bright red every time someone asks you a tricky question, you'll give yourself away," Lucas smiled. "Yeah, I know. And shut up," I smiled back. "I was just trying on some stuff and got carried away, like I said." "Yeah, but WHAT stuff?" Lucas pressed. I paused for a moment and then in a bust of stupidity, I tore open my robe and showed Lucas the lacy underwear I had on. His mouth dropped open. But he soon rallied. "Wow! Yeah, I'd like to see that dancing for me too!"