” Her eyes widened. She stood close to him and he nervously took a pace back against the wall. She stepped forward to him and slid a hand between ...his legs and caressed his crotch through the material of his suit trousers feeling his cock swell and lengthen. He swallowed hard. She grinned as she took a pace back and firmly drew her tight skirt up around her gorgeously curved hips to reveal her black lace stocking tops and golden thighs and her lace thong stretched over her plump pussy. He. I feel like I’m going on a blind date you set me up with.”“I guess, in a way, you are,” I said.She drove on for a while.“She sounds nice,” she finally said.“She is nice,” I said.“So ... you guys hung out a lot in Saudi,” said Jenn.“Yeah. She didn’t want guys hitting on her and I wasn’t looking for a girlfriend.”“I bet lots of people thought she was your girlfriend.”“Maybe.” I shrugged.“And you never fooled around ... even a little bit?”“The only thing she ever did that could even be hinted at. .It happened! I had boobs inside the cups of the bra! Just like that!I pinched myself to see if I was dreaming. I wasn't. I removed the bra--more trouble than putting it on, because of my breasts--set it aside,and the boobs were gone.I tried it again and again. Put it on; the boobs appeared. Take itoff; the boobs disappeared. Then I thought of something: what else wastransformed...?I felt down between my legs. No such luck. The old male parts were stillthere, bra or no bra.Then I had. Trog also known as Titmilker." She paused gauging my reactions. "I see I was right. It's been sometime since you last posted anything." I'm flattered and pleased. T. M. Trog at your service my lady and no I've not written for quite sometime." Well, depending on how the afternoon turns out I'm hoping you will finally have a story to post."Author comment: I hope you don't take the dialog as what was really said between Marge and me. I can only write what I think was said to the best of my.