Belinda took my arm in hers as wewalked to the restaurant. I could hear my heels click on the sidewalk asI put a little extra wiggle into my step. Thi...s was a night of firsts andBelinda made me look so beautiful, no one would ever know I was really aguy.Belinda and I chatted as they two of us had a leisurely dinner. Thewaitress was very kind to us and asked us "girls" if we had plans for theevening. She must have thought we were a couple, me being the girly oneand Belinda the butch. We giggled. " He assured her, wobbling slightly as he stepped away from the support of the wall."So can I. Sit."He realised just how ill he was when he noticed he was halfway to the couch without putting up a struggle."What did I miss?" he finally managed, slumping heavily onto the seat."Not much. We've both been mopping you down, keeping you cool and catching sleep when we could. You spent most of the time on the couch." What a time to get ill."He meant it as an apology, of sorts, and they both smiled. There was a noise, like an egg cracking. With his head tilted, Michaelcould see the lines starting to spread across the dome above him, jaggedlines radiating out from the center. The transformation was complete, andit was breaking apart. He was about to be seen on the floor, with fingersinside his pussy. He was about to be confronted by a smiling demon,determined to have his soul. Michael was about to a woman for the rest ofhis life... and she realized with a start that she couldn't be. Since I was feeling a little thirsty, I got up and retrieved a wine cooler for her and a beer for myself from our ice chest. That beer tasted damn good and Stephanie seemed to enjoy her wine cooler. We sat by the fire, chatting and enjoying our beverages as the sun settled lower in the sky and eventually set beyond the far side of the lake. It was a beautiful sunset. The alcohol was giving me a buzz and it was loosening up Stephanie’s inhibitions. As the effects intensified, our.