I regretted picking a fight over something so trivial as sex. I didn't even give him much to work with but I couldn't tell him what made me angry. We ...agreed that we wouldn't make sex a priority in our relationship. I didn't think we would make it our last priority though. The shower stopping knocked me out of my daze. The last thing I wanted was for him to find me moping on the floor. Grabbing clean sheets I started making the bed. Even though I regretted fighting with him I didn't want to. . uh...."Charlene walked over and stood above her. "Judy," she began, "you can sit there and deny what you are feeling - and we will let you do that if that is what you really want to do - or you can stand up and show us just how turned on this is making you. Then you can strip and go loop your hands over his neck and stand there face to face so I can smack both of your asses at the same time."After what seemed like several minutes of absolute silence, Judy slowly stood up. She was wearing a. A jet of hot white milk spurted from the end and hit my Wellie boots with a squelchy noise. I giggled to myself and tried again. This time I managed to hit the bucket and the milk rattled against the bottom.Again and again I emptied the teat into the bucket until I felt proficient enough to try two handed. Resting the bucket on the floor between my ankles I bent forward and grasped a teat in each hand. Simultaneously I squeezed and pulled and was thrilled at the ease at which it was working. At. . Sorry, but ... no way..."She had thought of it. The most simple, if not the most logical answer."It's ... m ... m ... me..." I forced my lips apart despite the chatter that wanted to cut off my communication. Each exhalation was accompanied by yet another shudder. Was I hysterical? Even the thought of the word brought another reflection of the situation I was in, thanks a fucking lot, Freud."No. No way. You don't just ... you don't just turn into a girl, Hen ... You can't be him!" Trish.