I gasped a little, having never had anything like that inside me before, nothing other than my own fingers. I turned it on and began moaning loudly. T...ose little ears were getting it just right by hitting my clit perfectly sending shock waves throughout my whole body. I looked over at him; he was intently watching me, while stroking his own cock wildly. I moaned again, I swear I saw him getting even bigger and harder. I started moving the vibrator in and out of myself while his cock throbbed. .. But to feel like a woman. To wander outside where the cool breeze could caresshis shaven legs. Creep up beneath his skirt and kiss the nether land betweenhis legs. Yes. The thrill. The sensations! Could he pull it off? Could he reallypass as a woman? Another look in the mirror. Yes! He could... No, he couldn't. Too many peoplehe would know. What to do? He strolled around his room catching glances of himself in various mirrors. "Actlike a woman. A confidant woman. Be a woman." Who would know?. Theyappeared to understand what the song was about. Maybe they could relateto it more than the crowd at the coffee house.'Eat, Drink, and be Mary' got them back in the party mood and they wereall singing the chorus by the time she finished. We left feeling prettygood about the accolades her friends heaped on us.Saturday night I went out with a couple of my friends. We ended up atan after-hours club somewhere off of Santa Monica Blvd. We hooked upwith a couple of girls and when they kicked us. They seemed to glow and pulse, hanging there, the nipples jutting out like thumbs. His mouth watered and his palms itched."If you've got the time?" She licked her lips and smiled, setting the hook and pushing her boobs more firmly together. She saw him wince as she felt her shirt begin to stretch and her nipples harden, almost pointed."Sure," he said, standing and gathering up his materials, ignoring the tremor in his testicles and the jiggling movements under her shirt. "Come on back to my.