Was this the time? Was she planning to have sex with me? I was petrified all of a sudden. What if I didn't do it right? What if I didn't have a clue w...hat to do at all?"Mark, why are you still standing there?" Jen asked, still looking out at me from the shower, "Are you o.k.?" Yeah, I just..." Mark, I understand if you don't want to go ahead with this. It's o.k." No, it's not that," I said, feeling really stupid, "It's just that I, well, I've never..." Never what, never showered before?" Jen. "Yes, Cindy Jenkins? You know, the redhead on the cheer squad?" Cindy Jenkins has given a blowjob?" I croaked. "She's only fifteen!" That's only a year younger than me," she said. "Come on. You can tell me. Did I do okay?" How am I supposed to know?" I asked. "Nobody else has ever done that to me!" Well, you did squirt, so I guess that's one measure of success." She licked her lips. "Actually, I don't know what Cindy was talking about. I like the taste!" You're kidding," I said. I tried to. It was just a shame that Iwas worried about the man-ring taking over my life. If it didn't alter myway of thinking so much and I could trust it not to doom me to atestosterone-fuelled fate then it was blatantly clear how useful it was.I wished it just changed me enough to bring the cash in and solve myproblems and then gave me back the urge to be a woman.And of course the social implications were dizzying.I drove it from my mind, and as I did so I realised where my ramblingshad, inevitably,. When we were almost there, the two girls were just coming out."Julie, this is my wife Melanie. Mel, this is Julie." Nice to meet you Julie." They started to hug each other."Nice to meet you Mrs. Becker. I've heard so much about you." That's something that I can't say. I only heard about you just this past week. I hope you like spaghetti. It should be done in about an hour." Sounds good to me. It'll be nice to have a home cooked meal for a change. The food on campus isn't too bad, but it's not.