I could almost feel one in me. My tunnel spasmed, trying to open wide, a dark mouth opening from hunger.Then it occurred to me what was happening. If ...I gave into her, I'd lose myself completely. If my inner self was convinced of the need to be a woman, then my male self would disappear altogether. I had to fight back. I just didn't know how, with so many wonderful sensations bouncing inside of me, making my body hum like tuning fork struck with a sledgehammer.She whispered: "You'll be such a. This is causing me great discomfort, as I can't really keep from looking at you. Your steady gaze is quite disconcerting, I jump as you lean forward and brush again at a sandy area on the side of my cheek. Your fingers linger just a bit too long for me not to feel a sudden breathlessness again. I pull back and busy myself with attacking the remainder of sand on my dress this enabling me to keep my face down away from you for a bit till I get myself under control again.I just can't believe how. "You might know her from school, hername's Caitlin, Caitlin Gunn?" My heart sinks further as I hear the namethat I haven't heard in a long time- the name of the girl who I was soclose to as a child, but who I haven't spoken to in years..."Yeah," I sigh. "Yeah, I know her. Is- is she studying in London too?" No, works at Primark back in Brighton," Tom says. "Think I remember nowthat you used to be friends with her back at the start of school? Thatyou went to the same primary school, right?" You. The girl in the mirror didn’t have a care in the world. Jill envied her briefly, before remembering that she *was* her and sinking even deeper into that state of perfect calm. ‘Good girl,’ Miles said softly. Jill shivered slightly, remembering how much she loved that warm, coaxing tone of voice that she always loved to forget as much as she loved to remember. Her gaze unfocused, giving the eyes in the mirror a soft glow as the tiny reflections on her eyeball merged into a sea of sparkling.