As far as I'm concerned, he is a chick."And I was. I was one of them. From hanging out with them, I had learned how to talk, how to listen, how to act.... Even Candy's friends couldn't tell which one of us was really a guy. I saw one of them pointing at one of the girls who was a little 'butch', and I laughed to myself. They didn't even suspect it was me. And I wasn't going to let them pick me out. I'd keep on my best feminine behavior all night.We went out dancing next, but the place was kind of. I don’t know how long we had been going that way when I heard a “gasp” and “Oh my god” come from behind me. Everyone but Sue stopped what they were doing and looked up and behind the couch. There stood Brandi, an utter look of shock on her face as she looked at what was going on.“I am so sorry,” said Brandi. “I… I had no idea it was this kind of party.” She just stood there, not saying anymore for a moment.“Hi Brandi,” I said. “this wasn’t the plan; it just sorta started after we thought you. Her wetness sometimes tasted a little different and had different consistencies, and she always explained it as being because of her varied diet and the time of month in her menstrual cycle.We dated for two years, right up to the time of graduation, and by then she had given me the nickname of Tonny. She never would explain where that came from. It was likely just a play on the letters in Timmy, and it didn't bother me. I had gotten a very good job back in Pittsburgh with a good starting. She put her right foot on the bed beside my left hip and bent her knees slightly, jutting her loins forward. She spread her knees and reached to pull her vulva apart."I'm going to let you in here," she said. "You are not to squirt. Is that clear?"I blinked. I couldn't even feel my cock."Is that clear?" she asked, bending her knees more."Yes!" I said.She sank down and, like she'd done this a hundred times, captured my prick, slotted it and let her weight fall on my loins."Ahhhhh," she.