Just then thecar turned off the highway and dipped down as we entered the tunnelleading into the mall parking garage. I couldn't read her expression b...the dim lights flicking past, but her voice was full of emotion."Sweetheart, I had no idea you felt like that. I guess I forgot youdon't need to be gender dysphoric to be curious about what it's like tobe a girl." She squeezed my hand, which somehow made the ache in my chest loosen. "Ican't make any promises, but why don't we take a look at a. You know my weakness. A big part of me wants to attack those delicious toes right now, but this is not the time…(My fingers now penetrating my own pussy. And I am struggling to keep from whimpering out loud, from making any sound that would destroy your precious sleep.)Next, I see your bare legs and that utterly divinely beautiful line formed by your flared hips. So perfectly shaped. Slender and sleek, but also so powerful. Those legs and those hips that you used to drive that massive she-cock. I'd seen them in my closet, of course, but though I had by now either wornor at least tried on all the others it contained I had never been temptedby that pair. They had what were sometimes referred to as 'skyscraperheels' and looked, frankly, dangerous. Gerda had slipped them onto myfeet, but when I stood up in them for the first time I had toppledforward. Fortunately, Gerda was there to catch me. I'd taken a few tiny,timid steps after that, deciding the best thing to do while wearing themwas. "Anyway, let's sleep."This pattern continued for a week or so. Most mornings we would wake up snuggled up closely. In general I had 'morning wood', but Laura didn't comment. On more than one occasion my hand was either on her breasts or in her crotch with her hands firmly over it. I in return didn't comment on that, but I was worried that borders were being crossed. Laura was being good to her word - outside the apartment, there was no visible change, but when we were alone at home she was.