‘A little, but mostly I just wanted you. You feel so good around me, warm and wet, when I’m still half asleep.’‘Mm,’ was the only reply I wa... capable of. Spooning meant I couldn’t embrace him back, but Jason didn’t seemed to mind. He could easily reach around me to cup and fiddle with my breasts, and tease my neck with kisses and little nips. It also meant more build up to orgasm, which was wonderful. The new angle allowed for the soft auburn hairs coating Jason’s thighs to rub against my own. "Of course not honey, and they do not think of you as one. They think ofyou as a new friend. If this were one of them getting made over, itwould be fun for them, an adventure. They imagine it will be that wayfor you too."I looked down at my lap. There were the white folds of Zoe's dress, withmy hosiery-clad legs peeking out, white my whte gloved hands fidgtedtogether nervously. But underneath it all, underneath the Stacy thegirls thought they knew, was Butch, a guy.It was going to be a. Her name is really Adele, but we call her Buffy,” Deb said. A bell rang in the back of my head. It was a bit of a long shot. “How tall did you reckon?” I asked Deb. “I suppose about 5’ 3,” Deb replied. “Pass us the mouse will you Em. Have a look at this,” I said, logging on to my profile and calling up the list of my favourite users. I found the profile I wanted and clicked on it. “Might this be her?” I asked. Both girls examined the profile in detail. Em grabbed the mouse again. . After a bit of catching-up chat about other members of the family, most of whom were too embarrassed to even ask about me, we exchanged good-byes. Dad shook my hand and patted my shoulder, saying, "I'm looking forward to getting my son back, as a better man."Mom hugged me and whispered, "We all love you, honey. Just be brave and everything will be back to normal soon."Steve hugged me too, like a brother to his sister. He whispered, "You take care of yourself." His voice dropped so low I could.