She was muscled like a bodybuilder, nearly as tall as Sarah, and bigger all over, like a warrior woman; thickly muscled thighs, small, hard breasts wi...h sharply jutting nipples poking through her singlet, and every inch of her oozed bull-dyke ferocity. She was a primordial apparition of the worst and yet most logical kind. My deepest wishes and fears had just been incontrovertibly answered. I fainted, folding with a moan into the puddle on the floor."Smoove white skin ... oh my, yew are a. It wasn't something I'dthought of a lot before seeing Ms. Tiffany but I wanted to be trulyfeminine. After I reached one hundred and thirty-eight pounds I couldfit into a size eight dress but the clothes looked too tight. One day Idecided to focus on becoming model thin.Over the months my hair had reached passed my shoulders. Susan and Iwere sleeping in separate rooms. Susan didn't comment on the weightchange. She only noticed how thin I'd become when I'd had my earspieced. She'd missed the. I rubbed her crotch. I knew she wasn't going to give in too easily. She wouldn't get wet or aroused. This would be somewhat difficult for me. As I tranquilized her so she could be relaxed I dragged her to the bathroom. I kept her white t-shirt and panties on as I got her in the bathtub. She moaned reluctantly as I put my hand in her panties trying to get her pussy wet. At this point my cock was throbbing. My sweatpants were tight against it and my precum was leaving a wet stain. I slid a finger. David nodded to him and took his place beside me, and the driver boarded and took the reins. I had planned to act as though nothing was unusual but I started to smile, then giggle, finally laughing as we rode through every cobblestone street and alley of Old Sac. David was grinning but never said a word to the driver or me. After about 20 minutes, the romantic ride ended in front of a restaurant where our driver climbed down and promptly went inside – alone. I started to say something like,.