" Oh, no ... I haven't," I said easily enough, though I had in fact given some thought to actually seeing it a few days ago, but hadn't as yet found t...he time to do so, nor really had the inclination to actually go off and do it either."Would you take me?" She then asked. "I'd like to see what it's like ... actually going into a theatre to see a dirty movie," she said blushing just a little."Ok, if you really want to, I will. When?" Tomorrow? I think I'd feel better about going to the matinee. Becky’s door was shut tight. I quickly walked past it without looking twice, and took a deep breath before heading back into Dave’s room, who was embroiled in whatever game we had been playing. He barely even noticed me come back in the room. For the rest of the night I was practically silent, and I went home replaying the incident over and over in my mind. As weary as I was though, I still couldn’t get forget her reaction when she had initially walked into the toilet; she had stared at my cock. I told that was so he wouldn't overstep and be too aggressive and maybe get in trouble or get a girl in trouble, which is just as bad, if not worse."Brian had that teenage boy, deer caught in the headlights look, when he realized I'd just told him to go masturbate. I stayed calm and explained the facts. He needs to know some girls are all tease and no play. If he finds himself going halfway crazy with desire, he needs to recognize the problem, excuse himself, and go deal with it, quickly, and. What a strange position tofind myself in!I wanted some space for my male clothing and Frances cleared a shelf inour wardrobe.I watched as Tim rearranged his drawers and carefully put his socks andboxer shorts at the front of his top drawer and as Barry simply threwout all his male underwear.Frances asked Barry what we should call him when he is dressed en femme.Barry thinks for a moment and says, "I should like to be called'Francesa' like my sales assistant, why don't we call Tim 'Francine'.