But of course nothing will be published without agreement from the both of us.Please keep in mind that English is not our mother's tongue - errors may... occur.We realized that fiction, or better to say, fantasy is more preferred over here, and that our sharing of things we experienced in real are less liked, so this might be the last of our writings.Anyway, let's pencil down what happened three weeks ago:We always love dirty talk when having sexual fun together, and sometimes we meet friends or. It was Jamie who came up with the idea of us swapping genders.It started because I was at her place one day, and found myself admiringthe petty dresses that had been stuffed into the back of her closet,never worn.So when she realized I was drawn to them, she offered the opportunity forme to try them on.I know it's kinda cliche, but that first time in front of a mirror in adress utterly rocked my world, and I realized I was looking at my trueself.Jamie's transformation in the other direction was. ’ ‘What do you think that means?’ Alex asked. ‘It could mean Morris has been seeing the victim and keeping it quiet,’ Tim said. ‘If that’s true, why would he rape her and try to kill her?’ Alex asked. ‘Maybe they had some kind of fight,’ Tim said. ‘I mean, we are looking at a crime of rage, here, judging from the way the victim was beaten. Maybe she said something that set Morris off. Like maybe she told him she was going to go public about what they were doing.’ ‘Tim, I understand you’re upset. Her heart leaps in her chest as the door opens an she sees her man stomping the snow from his boots an removing them with his coat an hat. He is a simple man dressed in his blue denim jeans with a white t-shirt covered by his dark blue button up he wears for work. As he removes the boots she cant help but see his strong thick fingers negotiating the knots an the muscles flex in his powerful forearms as he removes them. He stands up straight an stretches his back putting his arms in the air.