Lisa said she wanted me to get used to it beforethe wedding." I understand that. But that's a little simplistic, Brian.Clearly, something compelled yo... to do this. You could've easilysaid no to her or, at a minimum, not agreed to effectively liveas a woman for six months. Friend or no friend, that's a littleextreme. Do you think you'd like to become a woman?" she asked,rolling her pencil between her fingers.I rolled my eyes. "Quite frankly, Julia. I'm a little surprisedand disappointed with. Your hands quickly find your large, perky breasts and begin to tweak the now hardened nipples. I can tell by the look on your face and the moans gushing from your lips. But that isn't the only thing gushing. Between your legs you are now so wet from the intense nipple play that your sweet nectar is dripping from inside you onto the tabletop.My eyes are now glued to you as your index and middle fingers disappear slowly into the steadily flowing fountain of fertility. You push rhythmically in. ‘I can’t be sure,’ Sarah murmured thoughtfully, ‘but I have the feeling that man was forcing me against my will. I don’t think he loves me, and given the panic and fear I felt when I woke up, I don’t think I love him either.’ Brian reached to cup her cheek, running his thumb along her fine cheekbone. His eyes glowed with commitment as he stared into hers. ‘Angel, I won’t let that man ever hurt you. You’re safe here with me. You know that, don’t you?’ When she nodded, he tucked her hair back. We liked to think of ourselves as progressive, but we were really innocent midwesterners. I was the blonde ex-high school cheerleader with a college business degree, and he was the wide-eyed young marketing research guy in advertising. He got a real nice job offer from a big Minneapolis agency after our second anniversary, and I gladly searched and found a position with a computer company there. Our sex life was newlywed and good! We played and fucked a lot, and shared fantasies. When we lived.