Also, the clothes I wanted tobring might have been problematic. I can't say any of the roommates Ihad would have let me study peacefully while wearing... my favoritenightgown and fuzzy slippers. I'm also pretty sure verbal abuse andpossibly physical abuse would have have been likely. So the explorationof my gender identity was on hold while I was amassing this huge debt.In retrospect, I wished I'd taken my supportive parent's advice andgone to the public university here. But no, I had my heart set. And then exhaled. Right at me. Directly at my face. The effect was mesmerizing. I felt weak. Not because of the smell or the smoke, but because she had just engulfed me in a substance that had come from inside her body. It was like a spell. I tried to regroup, tried to analyze what was happening and establish some control over things, but failed at all that. All I could do was look at this creature standing before me and hope that she wouldn’t get bored and leave, or realize that I was. " I explained my concerns to Lauren.Lauren thought for a moment and then asked, "Do you know how to shoot that gun he brought?" I do." Can he talk faster than you can shoot?"I looked at her, surprised."More important: do you think he's willing to risk losing that contest?" she added."But the same question applies to us, Lauren... or to you, anyway. Are you willing to risk having him die and losing any chance of fixing things?"She caught my gaze and held it. "Yes," she said simply. "If he wins. The skin felt loose upon the shaft.Experimentally, she rolled the column of flesh back and forth. The penistwisted and jiggled. Odd, she thought. She gathered the loose scrotum inher fingers, pulled the wrinkled flesh gently, turned it in her fingers.The skin was surprisingly soft, she thought--and, like the penis--odd.Male genitals, though not unattractive, were alien to her; after all,she was a girl--or had been, until a few minutes ago. She supposed thather pussy would seem as strange to a.