"I thought she might have said soon or something like that, but she must have changed her mind. As I hung up, I had a feeling I wouldn't be hearing fr...m her any time in the near future. Once again, no mention of me being "Stevie."I was a miserable S.O.B. the next day and it was all I could do not to bite the head off anyone who got in the way or gave me bad news. It was out of character for me and at the end of the day, when I had cooled down, I went around and apologized to everyone I had. Hailey eventually tucked her loopy boyfriend into bed and settled in beside him to go to sleep. A few hours later, Hailey woke up to Clay gyrating in the bed beside her. He seemed pretty out of it, but his hips were moving rhythmically and causing the bed to squeak. Damn teenage boys and their wet dreams, Hailey thought to herself. By the look of the tented sheets and the pace of his thrusting, she was going to be spending the rest of the night next to a pool of her boyfriend's cum. Gross.. "Leave the motor running."He stopped abruptly, froze, as he realized what was hanging from the door knob. "Panties!" His head spun. "Sexy ones at that." His groin stirred. He tiptoed to the porch. Everything in his brain yelled at him to go back to the van and call his boss. He reached and lifted the panties, The aroma of perfume, more than one, was distinct.He stepped sideways on the porch until he could see through the side windows to the door. Sheer curtains obscured his view but did not. The first thing he saw was some shinylilac satin pulled tightly over his C-cup breasts. He seemed to bewearing a strapless dress of some sort. He had to examine himself in themirror - he went to stand and was not too surprised to find he waswearing heels.He stood and walked over to the mirror, his heels clicking on the hardwhiteness of the simulated construct floor. When he saw himself, hestarted to cry again. Staring back at him was... well, himself. Theimage he'd always expected to see in the.