Well back to the Penthouse story. It started it out at my buddys house on New Years Eve. We arrived late and when we got to the party most of the food... was gone so my wife started drinking on an empty stomach, I usually stay sober at parties to drive and hopefully get luck so I only had 3 beers the whole night. The music was playing and people were dancing, she loves to dance and I cant so she was dancing with anyone who would. We were having a good time and my wife was getting pretty drunk and. I felt her body shiver and wiggle slightly beneath the light touch of my hand. I love feeling and touching the bodies of chubby girl’s like this. Like many slighty overweight girls, she had an awesome ass: round, jiggly and soft with no blemishes and a deep crevasse running down between the round mounds of their behind. Monica’s was perfect now, and I enjoyed letting my fingers run over the bottom curves of her big butt, slipping over the smoothness, now wet with the juices from her pussy. As. Ididn't know why I didn't want to be a man. I had nothing against men asa part of population. I was rather neutral to them. I simply didn'twant to be one of them.Summarizing the female part of my life I had dancing, aerobics,cheerleading, sewing/knitting, leggings and my will. My anatomy has tobe mentioned too - i.e. breasts, no facial hair, hips and waist ratiomore than four to three, no Adam's apple and mezzo pitch. I don't wearany make up and now I'm completely bald after my hair donation. Helen decided it was better to meet at six pm outside the hospital she worked at. Curiously Frank told her to wear stockings, suspender belt, lacy panties, quarter cup bra, blouse and a loose fitting skirt. Helen never committed to wear any of these things and was a little worried when Frank said, "I would hate to have to punish you for incorrect clothes!"Helen almost replied. "Fuck you; telling me what to wear!" but something told her to be careful and find out what she was getting into before.