I had loved that show when it was on.Then I thought, "Wow, aren't all of my tastes supposed to be feminine?Isn't this a guy show? Is there something ...rong with me?"I crawled into bed, wearing the nightgown again. The thong was alreadymore comfortable when I got used to it. I wondered if I should wear themall the time. Common, girl, one thing at a time, I thought to myself. Iagain dreamed that night of being a girl.The next day, Sunday, was a work day, too. I had actually thought. A mutual friend of Chris and I called Rachel had been with Tony and said that he was very “ mechanical “ in his lovemaking. I liked Rachel and had enjoyed snogging her a few times - but I never went further, she was becoming very wild and almost nymphomaniacal particularly with the locals. I thought she was damaged goods so never went beyond kissing.As far as Tony goes, I recall an evening when he and Marilyn were at ours. It may seem strange now but he didn’t seem to care about his wife at. A shock of electricity pulsed through me as I caressed her stomach. My face was next to hers and I felt her breath on my neck as I applied the lotion. Then, she spread her thighs apart and said “you'd better do my legs too, or it won't look even.”Oh Christ, this was great! I poured out more lotion and caught an envious look from Paul, who was waiting to take his next shots. There wasn't much leg to attend to, just the part between her knickers and her stockings. She parted her legs even further. The second date had ended at my apartment, with a fully-clothed make-out session that had left us both smiling, but still a touch too wary to go much further. I liked what I'd seen so far of her personality, but I could sense a wariness about her, and I'd been reluctant to press too far. I'd made it clear that I wanted to keep going out, and tried to convey the impression that the pace of development of a physical relationship wasn't going to affect that desire one way or the other.Every.