Since I’ll be living with Brett, any sort of intimate behavior in which I engage must be with others of the group present. No one of us should do an...thing to cause doubt or concern by any other of us. This is, and has to be, an all-for-all situation. The pre-existing relationships obviously need to be grandfathered in, but any hanky-panky between groups or either Brett or me must have one or more, preferably more, of the rest of us present.”Cera asked, “Do you mean that you won’t kiss Brett or. Whilst driving I couldn't help but stare at her sexy legs and feet in the corner of my eye.She happened to be in one of my classes during the afternoon, and again I couldn't help myself but stare at her legs and feet. I felt my cock growing again, but my shorts were baggy enough to hide it. I kept the vision of her in my head the entire day before school let out.I was sitting in my car waiting for her so I could drive her home. She always took a while, but I sure as hell didn't mind. Again. There wasn’t anything on my camera able to generate a message like this. No apps, no internet…no way. But more than the impossibility of it, the question itself stuck out to me.Wouldn’t anyone, if they were in my shoes?Still, I selected “no.” Whatever strange force—and yes, I already believed something supernatural was at play—had infected my camera and posed me a question with such an obvious answer had wasted its time. Sure, I wanted change. Wanted it more than anything. That’s why I was. With trembling hands, he wouldthen lay in front of me the latest in soviet fashion for men.Chances are, the best outfit would be an ugly one piece suit that was acarbon copy of the ones preceding it, but in my case... I liked ugly. Iwould have rocked it like it was 1917.The image made my smile.I imagined the joy of wearing man's clothing again, and not being thecentre of attention wherever I went. I imagined having a deep voice thatwould resonate across the room and women gossiping around my.