As her hand was exploring the subtle folds of skin between her legs, she imagined Dr. Eisenstadt rubbing a cold, moist sponge between her legs. As thi...s image flashed in her head, she lifted her head and looked down between her legs."You're ... you're jealous, aren't you? You want to be my tits, don't you, you pussy?"Melody could have sworn she heard a disembodied voice whisper, "Yes" as her body succumbed to a miniature orgasm. Both happened just as her middle finger had found its way inside of. Holy shit!--I looked like the girl next door.So that's how it all started. I wanted to go to bed as a girl that night,but decided I'd better not. These magic garments were still largely anunknown quantity, and I thought it might not be a good idea to staytransformed for too long. Besides, I'd have to go to work in the morningand didn't want to have to change back in a hurry. So I reluctantly tookoff the bra and panties and put on the jockeys again. Back to manhood.Betty and I were getting. Her hands tremble as she allows them to explore my back. Her body begins to follow suit as my hands begin to explore her back and thighs. I slide my hand under her shirt and allow my hands to feel her skin along her back. Smooth, soft, flawless, in my mind I can see as if my fingertips have eyes, I can see through my hands the curve of her back, shoulder blades, spine and sides. Her nipples harden and make themselves known as they rub against my chest through her and my shirt. Our kiss is. Her eyes were down, but not because she noticed the looks. She did not blush, nor sway her hips; she walked almost as if in a trance. Her brow was creased with a frown so slight it seemed habitual. Her skin too was perhaps a shade paler then it should've been, its tightness whispering of endured suffering. When she did notice the looks, Paula shuddered. She closed her eyes and took deep calming breaths. Then she was back in her trance, alone in an ocean of bodies.Her moment came near the corner.