Again I balked, and again she had to explain the obvious -- underwear is not worn over outerwear. I stripped naked. She checked my chest below my nipp...les and above them and across them, and my waist, and hips, and what she called my rise, and so forth, and wrote them down carefully, then told me I could dress. But just like Jane she suddenly took hold of my cock, held it, and smiled at me while squeezing it slightly. Nothing, no change. She said, "Well, you two had a busy time last night,. They each took a step closer to one another, and embraced in a deep kiss, hands arms wrapping around each other, enjoying the sensation of flesh on flesh. Molly's movements became more pressured, forceful. Greg reached down and cupped her ass, then lifted her up into his arms. She purred into his ear and wrapped her legs around his waist. "I want you in my bed, now." He responded by squeezing her ass and kissing her again. He began to walk her back through the kitchen and up the stairs. . This went on for few days and then we started to sex chat. We chatted for hours together at night. And then we spoke on phone about sex. Vibrations in voice easily told each other that we would be masturbating. We were satisfying each other on phone. We got really really close. But we never had intention of having sex. We knew our limits. That’s what kept us good friends, satisfying friends.One day at the theater, I purposely peeked at her cleavage when she was seeing me. We were that close.. The windows were huge and arch shaped. This looked like it belonged to amedieval castle. There was a full length mirror in the corner. I ranover to take a look.Oh my.I was what I'd always wanted to look like. A beautiful girl in a gorgeusgown. My features were so delicate, my mannerisms so girlish. I lookedlike the princess I'd always wished to be when I was dressed en femme. Ialso looked to be a teenager.But where the hell was I?There was that boom again. And voices. Lots of angry voices.The.