Please get her out of me!"Then Lydia took momentary control, demanding of the air around her, "What is the year? What time is this?"The kindly voice s...ounded as if it were weeping as it said, "It's two thousand one, Becca. Oh, god. What's happening?"Then figures in white appeared in her sight and seemed to gather her up and carry her away. She felt a sharpness in an arm and she lost whatever consciousness she still had.The next time she regained consciousness she awoke as Lady Galsworthy. She. She is a natural blonde and her curtains matched her carpet which was just a small 'landing strip'. I greet my wife with a half a hard-on and we start to kiss, I move my hand down to her pussy which was totally soaked at this point. I asked her if she had been making out with another women, she said he had played a bit but nothing else. At this point I tell her I have a suprise and E makes her way over behind her. She takes my wife tits in her hands, starts to roll her nipples around while she. She was hoping Iwouldn't be grossed out by how wet she got, but before she could give it too much thought She felt my lips return to gently kiss my way down to the top of her mound. A firm, strong hand deftly manuvered her legs apart, and she felt the most amazing feeling as I gently kissed all around her pussy before gently, delicately running my tongue over her very, very wet labia.She'd had a guy lick her before, and it was ok, but it was just an inexperienced, awkward fumble. This was. I had done the usual, dressed in my mother's clothes, etc. in front of the mirror but, after having moved into my own place in London, I really felt I should explore my feelings more fully. Was I a TV, or did I actually have transsexual inclinations?I'd done various gender identity tests on the net and was invariably reduced to a trembling shock/strange joy when the result "probable transsexual" inevitably popped up. I would have loved to dress more often but I did, sadly, have housemates who.