She arched back, lying down on the bed, pulling him with her. She groaned softly when he passed on from her neck to the sweet mounds of her breasts. H...e circled the pink flesh of each nipple in turn, his tongue flicking over them. ‘Don’t tease me,’ she pleaded breathlessly. He chuckled and took one small pink nipple into his mouth and sucked softly, his fingers gently squeezing the other. She pushed her breast into his seeking mouth, urging him to take in more. He suckled on her breasts, until. And Iremembered even he hadn't exactly been the most comfortable in his skin. He'd wished he was taller or more muscular or even that he had a somewhatlarger dong. Just guy stuff.But as a girl? It was way more intense. After I changed this was one ofthe biggest eye-openers about being a girl. You were never going to betruly happy with your body because everyone everywhere had some shit totalk about it. Even if they didn't realize it. Like on the cover of aCosmo. You weren't one of those. Carrie couldn't be a witch. There would have to be clues I decided. None were evident.I went home and noticed Carrie had redecorated the place. It had a Spanish motif that I actually liked. She came in and smiled."Do you like?" she asked. I nodded yes. "Good, it's just the first change," she stated.I wondered what she meant, but she ushered me to the kitchen before I could say anything. In there, she had prepared a delightful dinner of beef, beans, and chicken in tortilla shells. They were. “Yes.”“Are you embarrassed by admitting that?”“Yes.”“Why?”“It makes me feel dirty.”“Like a slut?”“Yes.”“Would it surprise you to learn that, according to surveys, over one-third of women polled admitted to having fantasies of being raped and, the pollsters believe, that percentage is less than the actual number of women who have such a fantasy?”“Yes? I thought there was something wrong with me.”“There’s nothing wrong with you. You are perfectly normal. Don’t try to hide your sexuality. You are.