“Do I need to get off this table? If I do it will be to get a leather strap to spank you with. Now get busy!” I almost laughed out loud at Rita’...s admonishment. I wished I could see the look on Stephanie’s face. I could see her legs trembling, though, so I knew she thought this was serious. Stephanie fumbled with the cap on the bottle and proceeded to pour oil on the top of her chest. It cascaded down over her tiny breasts and dripped from her nipples before she could catch up with all of it. She knew that it was a dream, but it had seemed real.She remembered standing on the steps of the U.S. Capitol building. She was looking across First Street at the entrance of the Supreme Court building. To its right was the stately structure of the Library of Congress. Briana turned her head to the left, and saw the oldest Senate office building, the Russell Senate Office Building, on the other side of Constitution Avenue. Traffic along Constitution Avenue was bumper-to-bumper. Suddenly, the. I knew it wasn't. I had learned thatlesson decades earlier.Dressing in skirts was for girls and sissy queers. I was raised to be astrong man, a strong heterosexual man. We don't have these urges. It'snot for us. It's for the fags. I couldn't have raised one. I figuredthat even if my son liked girls, he'd never get one if he put on askirt. He'd just fall into the gay circle. I had to put a stop to itbefore he turned gay, just like my parents did for me.When I was a kid, I was attracted to girls.. You are a woman, after all." I'm not a..." But Peter put his finger to her lips."I understand, I know you did not mean to act like a slut but it's onlynatural you want some black given your background. Just don't flirt withsomeone else when you're on a date."Steffi sagged and said, "Can we just go? I want to revert. It has been along day." It's not worth reverting, is it? It will be nearly six in the morningbefore you finish, and then you will have to swap back again. Sleep inthat body.. Do you.