I Dared to make a move and started rubbing her thighs over her jeansShe Hesitated a Bit but after few mins she came over me and started kissing we we...re making out on my couch for like 10 mins. Suddenly i don't know what happened to her she screamed "This is wrong" and went to her house.I got Busy playing games after 2 or 3 hrs she came in crying and started blabbing about her failed marriage i told her that he was a bastard anyway and she started kissing me again this time she tried to leave. Her attitude had changed a great deal since Sunday. She had been a vicious, selfish, inconsiderate know-it-all back then and was now a sweet and caring fem boi. She had stopping being a fundamentalist preacher and was now a much more tolerant and open-minded person ... probably more spiritual, too."They arrested the SOB, you know. I feel so awful about this. I put you in this situation partly to punish you and partly because it excited me to witness your feminization process. However, I didn't. There was nothing but small shrubs and scattered cacti as far as the eye could see. A nice place to do away with an irritating person. I sat on the hood of my car in the dawn’s light. The sun had yet to rise above the horizon. I memorized the colors, trying to envision it in glass. A few scattered clouds many miles away were bathed in a red that leaned toward purple. The desert itself seemed a pale, cool orange that disguised the coming heat. I wouldn’t want to hang around in midday, but it was. Ten minutes. Then fifteen. Then twenty. And then the first signs of people with baggage walking down to the exit doors. I watched carefully, looking for a face I had only seen in pictures. A few dozen people. A pause. Then some more people. Another pause. Then a larger group. And then she came into sight. A leather jacket, perhaps anticipating a cool climate, or perhaps just her style. Her hair. Her face. Just like the picture. And then she saw me. Our eyes met. Not the proverbial romantic.