Steve just doesn't work as a girl.Have you thought of any names?"He blushed and said, "You are the first that I have ever told this to.I always wanted...to be a woman and my dad put me in here as a punishmentfor catching the house on fire when I burned my room." He paused for asecond and took a deep breath. "I thought of Elizabeth, Emily, Hope,and Carmen." Which one do you like the best?" I have always liked the name Hope. Is that alright?" Definitely. Per tradition, I need to figure out your. ... who is Number One?The guys in front of me, the ones that I could see, reached under their chairs and pulled out their envelopes. They were all shaking their heads, from behind me I heard in a deep voice, "I'm Number One." Then I heard Adam's voice saying that he is Number Two.Adam asked the Number One if he wanted a hand getting me in a position which the Number One accepted.Number One stood on the bench with me and reached up to unhook me from the roof. It was one of the bearded guys,. There came a strong gust of wind, and Dorothy looked out her bedroom window. A giant tornado was heading strait for the house! Little Dorothy jumped onto her bed and hid her head under her pillow, as her house was lifted up from its foundation, and was whisked away for many miles, and then beyond physical distance. It then landed, the tornado was gone. Dorothy was greatful to be alive. But where was she? She ran out the front door and found herself on a strange land with grassy hills and little. Again I do not see the knowing smile, only the suddenness of movement as you reach, surprising me momentarily, the barest, briefest of touches as finger tip quickly steals the first pearly drop of desire that has bubbled to the surface of my hardened prick. I now watch as you place it tenderly upon your breast, the sheen of its glistening coat now decorating the tiny tower which has risen even more delicately upon the perfectly sculptured breast you now hold within your hand, feeding it as you.