I had sat here all the way through the first half of the concert and not heard a note. As I made my way out to the lobby I vowed to pay more attention...in the second half.Once again I mingled through the crowd but this time I had a purpose. It was to no avail though, no matter where I looked, there was no trace of her. I returned to my seat just before the lights dimmed again, half convinced that I had imagined the entire thing.This time I listened to and enjoyed the music. Most was familiar,. At one point, while telling me a funny story he moved his hand under the table and began rubbing my thigh. As much as I started wishing his hand would move further north, we finished the evening without any other familiarity.The next morning I woke with a real yearning between my legs. After stretching and running my hand down across my labia a few times, I slipped on a light cotton house dress and headed down to the kitchen for some coffee before my shower. Dave was sitting at the table in his. This is a dream unlike any otherI've had! The realism was INCREDIBLE! I was in a nightclub or cabaret fromthe 30's or 40's. I was sitting at a table having a drink when I realizedthat I was a woman! I looked down at myself and noticed a pair of very large breasts comingout of my chest! I was wearing a VERY tight silver gown that had LOTS ofcleavage! I actually felt their weight on my chest and I also felt them asI cupped them with my now long female red fingernailed hands! I even hadlong blond. . we're looking for Mr. Carstairs," he said hesitantly."You have found him," I said is my most courtly Charleston accent.His face broadened into a smile. "Hello, then, Jack," he said. "I'm Richard Ashley."So this was Richard, to whom I'd spoken so often on the phone but had never actually seen. At times I'd envisaged him as Goliath, this massive man of formidable powers and strength. Yet here he was in person, no larger or stronger or more imposing than the average man I'd meet in the.