I washed up and went back to the bed. The guys were still where I had left them, their bodies looked lean and hard; muscles rippling under dark sweaty... skin, as they were talked about how awesome I had been. James commented that most girls that they had fucked were just that, girls and they lacked the stamina and expertise I had shown. I felt quite complimented by this especially since I was a full 15 years older than either of them. Jess laughed and said that made him feel like he had just. She laughed when she noticed. "Do you like my panties? Are you the sort of pervert that like girl’s panties?"He blushed."Well, if you like girl's panties, what do you think of these?"To his amazement, she lifted her skirt showing off a pair of sheer, lace turquoise panties. What amazed him, even more, was the obvious bulge of an impressive looking penis.He looked at her in amazement, making her laugh again."Would you like to see it?"He swallowed and nodded.He watched as she pulled her panties. It looked blue enough, I feltlike I could fly. But I knew I couldn't--that it was impossible like somany other things, like the thought that I could ever be a girl.Nevertheless, the sheer clarity of the sky compelled me to go outside anddo something. I decided to go biking for a bit, even jumped on my oldtrampoline for a while.My senior year started the next week. My last year of high school, thankgod. My last year of being teased and called a faggot. My desire to be agirl had manifested. . independent noiseslately, and I'm here to send a message of what happens if you try andcross Real Power.That his family will also get the message is just collateral damage.Or at least that's what I will try and tell myself later when I want tolose my lunch.I ring the bell, and a stuffed shirt answers.Less than a minute later he's wondering off to go find the room of themaid of the house.I make a note to check on him before I leave, and see what he looks likewearing one of her outfits.Lucky.