Butif you want to just be Mark..."All I heard was that he thinks I'm beautiful. He had to repeat himselfbefore I manage to stammer out my girl-name; o...e I'd only decided onthat week."Megan... my girl-name is Megan."Smiling again he leaned back, sitting so close that we were touchingall along our sides. "Megan it is then. You look like a Megan."Chapter 7I'd always been a quiet boy and one prone to spats of melancholy. Myperiodic dressing as a girl would make me happier, though after myorgasm the. I had a feeling that Lisa wouldn't be interested in fucking, as usual, when we got home that night, though.I wasn't even getting sex once a week from her by that time. If I was getting pussy from Lisa once a month by then, I considered myself lucky.But with what would transpire when we came home later that night, it wouldn't matter.Christy would end up more than my babysitter from that night on. But I didn't know it then until much much later that evening.When we came home later that evening, I. You put me in this mess. I was just trying to help you out. No good deed goes unpunished, I guess," Tanya asserted."Bullshit. You wanted back into my panties. Think that you weren't transparent from day one? I just used that to stick around, strung you out to milk you for the free room and board. I do feel a little bad about it, but, hey, I'm not the sort of person who does well entirely on her own. I need to live off others. It's just how I am. But you're right. I do owe you and we both need. She does smell good!The bus trip to work was interesting. We had as much of our bodies touching each other during the trip as possible. Anymore and we could have been charged with molesting each other.“You took my panties, didn’t you?”“What panties are you talking about?”“The ones I had on before you molested me!”“Hmmm, if I recalled correctly, someone nearly bit my very important appendage off my body. The only thing that saved it was he cried and gave the aggressor some tears.”“Now I remember.