Also we didn't do anything wrong at least not inmy eyes. You were acting the girl's part and I was acting the boy's partit was like a play."I knew tha...t was pretty lame reasoning, but I could see where he wascoming from. After all I was dressed up like a girl in the panties andthe robe. Even the nightie I wore to bed bespoke of the female gender.But I couldn't deny I liked what we did and I would like to do it again.I mean he showed me so much attention, more than any one else ever did.I just. The home was old-fashioned but could transform to suit my needs with minimal effort. Best of all, there was a spacious double garage with three-phase electricity, perfect for my kiln. It seemed a no-brainer, and I instantly made an offer on the place.Several weeks later, I moved into my new abode. My transition proved to be seamless, and shortly, I was one of the popular stops for visitors in the village. I, naturally, continued to supply regular customers and soon realized I had made a good. "I'm not that shallow. There's more to a girl than just her tits. I want to see a little pussy too."Rachael stood up and headed into the kitchen. She returned with three cans of root beer, then handed two of them to Jeff and Brit. "I just thought we'd like a little refreshment," she explained. "Despite the fact that we're almost naked, I'm feeling kind of hot."She pressed the cold can against her forehead for a second, then lowered it and pressed it against her chest between her breasts."Oh. "Paul," she whispered. "Did you hear that?" She turned her head to look at him. She could tell from the way his head was raised that he had also heard the noises. Another car door slammed and there was more talking. Marcy could judge the distance now: it was no more than 50 yards away. "Oh my god!" she muttered as she suddenly sprang to life and scrambled frantically out of Paul's clingy embrace before he even had the chance to release her himself. She jumped out of the bed and tore out into.