Soon we finished the task, and it was time for Tiffany to go home so wehugged and kissed each other which was something else that was so niceabout bei...g a girl! It was only 7:30, so I decided that I would godownstairs and see what my mom and sisters were up to. I wanted to stayin "girl" mode, and also try out some of my new purchases, so I removedmy denim mini skirt and the white lace bodysuit, so that I was wearingonly my lavender panties, white tights, and black and pink bra. It wascold in. "She's very cute," said Jocelyn."Never, ever try to tickle her tummy." Why not, she's adorable." Look at her; five of her six extremities have points. It's a trap."Jocelyn admired my low ceilings and their old, oak beams. She likedthe big fireplace, thick walls and ill-fitting doors, nodded at thecosy kitchen and tiny bathroom. Her bags brushed both sides of thenarrow staircase when I took her up to show her the little room atthe back. She sat on the bed experimentally; if she had stretched. Yet the effort of not using the power is getting to be more than I can bear. I can feel the power inside me: tempting me, eroding my willpower, wearing away at my moral convictions."He sat down heavily. "It's like acid," he said softly. "An acid of the mind. It eats away at my humanity, bit by bit. Corroding. Corrupting. Eventually it will leak out, and my soul will be indelibly stained."He wound down, looking at Monica expectantly, hoping for understanding. She arched a delicate eyebrow. Most. Give me some shit. I kinda like it."She looked at him, grinned, and said "Never got me from the back, stud. Or lasted that long. What am I, chopped liver." He laughed. "Babe, you're too sexy. Can't hold back." She slapped him playfully. They started splashing each other, laughing and ducking like kids. Her breasts would jiggle around, and every once in a while his cock would surface, flopping. Then Tawny came back and joined in, splashing and laughing in the same way. When they finally.