And women don’t grow dicks…Oh shit – except, of course, Daphne had. Grown a dick, that is. And she was still trembling in fear and humiliation, ...gulping down her wine in an attempt to calm her jittery nerves, while telling me a story which – though surely a hallucination – was clearly still affecting her deeply. And so I listened as best as I could, wiping away her tears and kissing her hand.“Allora, cosa vorreste mangiare, signorine?” I heard Mimì announce as she entered to take our food order,. Okay?" Okay, if that's the way you want it," she said. "But, I think you are making a big mistake." I'll tell you what, Darla. Answer me one question honestly. If the answer is the right one, I'll make one more try with my likely soon to be ex-girlfriend Stephanie Ward," I said."Okay?" she said."Did she or did she not ask you to dance with me to keep me happy?" I said. She looked away. I smiled, but mine was a sardonic smile."Like I said, Darla. Oh, and do give my ex-girlfriend my best. Okay?". There were five guys in our group and none of us ventured very far from the others. At fifteen, we were all smoking and hanging around one of the local fast food restaurants.Mom bought me the truck when I promised to start behaving and work on getting better grades. I buckled down and brought my grades up to a three-point average. I was careful not to get caught smoking and stayed out of trouble. That is until I had the truck.When I turned seventeen, the age I am now, I stopped listening to Mom. Her name is Kyren. I not only like girl, but I like to weargirl's clothes.This weekend is a 3-day holiday weekend and Kyren went home to see herparents for their 25th wedding anniversary. So, I decided I would spendthe whole weekend as a girl.I am fully dressed as a girl, from head to toe. My underwear consistsof a pink C cup bra and French blue bikini cut cotton panties. I thinkcotton is more comfortable for all daywear. Over my bra and panties, Iam wearing a black silk camisole, with lace in.