"Five years ago I was in France with my parents, so I've been told. My father was driving his car and I was in the front passenger seat. Anyway, there... was an accident, during which both my father and I were seriously injured: I don't know all the details, but I had serious head trauma, which required brain surgery—hence the scar. Well, the upshot was that when I awoke in hospital afterwards, I had no memory of much that had happened in my life before the acci­dent. And apparently it's gone for. I didn't know it then but I realise now that I had depression. It'slogical now isn't it? My manhood was being stripped away from me.That night I rowed with Liberty about something trivial, I have no ideawhat it was now, and she went up to bed. I fell asleep on the sofawatching some stupid reality tv programme which consisted of vacuous minorcelebrities sitting around talking about something which you couldn't evenhear because the programme maker in his or her wisdom had decided to drownout. The sun pealed through thewindows and I felt the soft satin of my nightgown tracing my thighs.Immediately my thoughts leapt to the night before. I recalled servingas a maid at my friends' party and how wonderful the experience hadbeen. As my gown's straps pulled at my shoulders I recalled the elationI felt when I learned that no one other than my hosts realized that Iwasn't a woman.I lay there for minutes reveling in the memories. I was so lucky tohave lived a fantasy and today I had more to. . ” I stuttered. She walked over to me, unzipping her skirt, and pulling her top over her head. I gasped when I saw her light pink lace lingerie underneath, making my cock as hard as I have ever known it. “Anthony, I knew you were jerking off into my underwear, but I didn’t know you were wearing them.”She sat next to me, wrapping her hand around my cock. She started to jerk me off with fast, forceful strokes. I groaned loudly as she carried on talking. “If I knew you liked my underwear so much.