I've been pretending to study for the California Bar Exam for months now, although really, I've just been working out at the gym. I'm twenty-five, wit...h no emotional relationships of any significance and only a handful of comrades whom I cheat cash off a poker ever second Sunday. They still haven't figured out the deck is rigged - the type stage magicians use, really. Well, no need to reveal my secrets.I'd actually just come out of the washroom when I heard somebody knocking on my door. This, I. What was i going to do about the fact my looks were all feminine! Not even to mention my feelings and desires that had changed. i for example begun to check out hot boys and the thought about how i would love to get fucked by them. I desided to say i was a exchange student from another school. And offcourse the exchange would be with the boy side of me. As the alarm from my clock went off i get out of bed and stood beside my bed realizing i had to shower , do my hair, apply make up and make. There was a lot of noise from conversations, dishes rattling and a drone of some up tempo music in the background. The small entry way was crowded with people waiting so I told the hostess that I would be at the bar. As luck with have it, there weren’t seats at the bar either. I shouted my order of bourbon on the rocks over the shoulders of a couple that were hunched over their drinks. Just as my drink arrived, a seat opened up next to a really pretty pregnant woman. I scrambled over and asked. “Thank you! You look hot in those jeans, but you're stunning when those jeans are on the floor!” “Thanks.” “Honestly. I was shocked when Mel sent me that pic. I couldn't believe that she had somehow gotten you naked, and that you allowed her to send that to me.” “Well, she didn't ask, and I didn't know she had done that.” “Really?” “Oh yeah. I was just getting a glass of water, it was late, and I didn't think I'd run into anyone in the kitchen. Next thing I know, boom, there she is. She wore.