“I feel asleep” I told him sleepily. He grinned but with his fangs fully out, it made the grin look evil, and somehow it turned me on, my pulse qu...ickened, I knew what was coming, his open mouth edging closer towards me. I didn’t even notice he was actually in the bath with me until I felt the water move as he did. Of course, he wouldn’t be in my face like that unless he was actually in with me. I moved my head so he could get to my neck, wanting and knowing he would bite me. He nudged my hair. The lack of a cock was made up for by the feeling of a female body next to her. But it didn't make up for the fact she was in the wrong body. "I managed to get through college hating myself. and when my lesbian girlfriend and me went to a dyke bar on holiday in New York I found the answer. I saw all manner of strange looking women there, Punk types, leather-clad Mistresses, men dressed as women hoping to pass, and one that I thought was my solution, the real bull dykes who did their best to. “Do you have sex with your dogs quite often?” she asked partly from a professional point of interest but also with curiosity.“Not often enough!” Brenda kidded. “I don’t have a boyfriend as a steady fuck, though I have spent some time with Peter when he was recovering from his neck injury. We still haven’t had our first fuck. I’d say Sarg does it with us several times a week.”“You’d think we were nuts doing a threesome with Sarge. His tongue can be just as good as his cock and at the same time,”. We were chatting about her college, her boyfriend, how he moved to a different state and she was working to get money to go see him. A light bulb went off in my head instantly, I am gonna fuck this girl. As I was finished up my meal she came over and have me my check, she smiled. I went up to the register and asked her how much does she make in a night, she said around $45 a night with tips. I kinda laughed and asked her if she wanted to make $600 tonight. This eager college girl said hell yeah.