As I watch in awe, you slip your hand inside your sexy, little panties. You continue the circular motion as you gently rub your clit. You put your hea... back and bite your lower lip. Another moan. "Umm." You raise your hips to push your panties down your thighs, past your knees. I can see the perfectly trimmed patch of dark hair. Your fingers move down from your clit. You begin to gently caress your outer lips.. Your breathing becomes heavier. You slowly slip your fingers inside. I hear you gasp. Nothing, as expected. I push open themaster bedroom door, and there it is, sitting on the dresser. I rush toit, hope welling in my heart.It's empty, the thumb-tab depressed to its base.It took a year for our best scientists to develop the retrovirus, andanother for a way to use it to be developed. True transgenders are aninfinitesimal percentage of the population, and we were trying torecover from the loss of over half the people in the country. More tothe point, the retrovirus was only. I barely hesistate to follow her. Everyone is leaving to either band, orchestra, or health now, and we are the only ones in the wing. We pause for few seconds in the bathroom until she walks over and sticks her hand down my pants. WHile grasping my stif cock, she unbuttons my pants and pulls them down. She starts jacking my cock, and kissing me. I go straight for her ass with my eager hands. We are both so turned on, until we hear a teacher walking towards the bathroom asking if anyone was in. "Things'll turn around, you can count on that."I was a bit amazed at her apparent concern and perhaps gave it more consideration than I otherwise would. "You aren't going to do it, are you?" she said. I guess my natural tendency to doubt such things showed. "At least think about it," she said, looking not too hopeful.Barbara and I sat in front of Denise's desk. Yes, I finally did pursue it after a bit of thought, and while Barbara hadn't seemed enthused, she'd accompanied me to two sessions.