Unlike Eric, Stan is about 5' 11," stocky,witha shock of curly brown hair that he tried hard to manage with gel, butwas failing. He wasn't cute like E...ric, but he exuded masculinity in aquiet but firm way. When he asked me out I said yes. It would be myvery first real date.Since I had become a girl in every respect I was anxious to try out mygirly skills on a guy that had no idea what I was. Dad insisted, so hehad to face my parents, getting the 'eye' from dad before we left thehouse. My dad was. Then, I woke up once and saw Jon masturbating across from me. The image was very clear because he had a flashlight on himself. I was so aroused my head was going to explode. After I was sure he was asleep, I did it and made such a mess because I had no paper towels ready and had to be uncomfortable the whole night. I had to do something.I talked with our RA who was an older graduate student, but cool and easy to talk to. He didn't have to be at the freshman dorm but he felt that it is where. ” I lamented. “Too many sharp objects, wouldn’t want to neuter myself.” “That would be a tragedy.” She laughed, hugging me. “Be careful.” Mostly I’d be working alone, Reese wasn’t mechanically inclined. He’s be working on the grounds, pruning plants, mending anything that needed it and generally staying out of the girls way. Carol was going to putter in the house, laundry, cleaning and such, and Karen volunteered to help, as much as she was able. Her rheumatoid arthritis was acting up. “Can I. Do I have much of a choice?”“What’s worse, being broke, jobless, and homeless, or dressing as a woman and living with a girlfriend?”“How long would this be?”“If you dress and act like a woman and if you please me, it could last as long as you want.”“Sounds like a devil’s bargain.”“I’m no angel, but I’m no devil either.”“I accept.”She smiled, beckoned me over to her, and gave me a kiss.. . . . . . . .We went back to her place that night. It was a comfortable little one bedroom place, actually.