I couldn't believe it. I guess it must have been a delayed reaction.I keep forgetting, unless I see my body, I still think in terms of a man. I have c...nstantly failed to recognise the fact that I am more or less a woman, not a man who has changed to a woman and has got used to the changes that the hormones have brought about. I have had three or four days, and acclimation is not something that happens overnight."How are you doing?" she asked me."Pretty shaky, I have to say. I feel such a. When I teased you last month about me talking to Kym and Cynthia and Christine about cock sizes, you got pretty hot. Any reason for that?”I somewhat shamefully confessed that the notion of some of her friends knowing about my predicament was a huge turn on for me. Mandy nodded as though I had just confirmed something that she had suspected.“Any friends of mine in particular?” Mandy asked.“Christine – definitely Christine, and maybe Kym,” I replied.“Why definitely Christine?”“I don’t know,” I. Stacy could feel his hands moving slowly up her right leg, to her thigh, not stopping until it was within an inch of her pussy, now not moving, but gently squeezing her upper thighs. As George moved his hands to her leg, he thought,"Man, my hands were almost touching her pussy, I can feel her shaking, but she's not crying stop."As he works his hands up her other leg, George decides to draw this out as long as he can, never before has he felt such power. Stacy, with her head on her hands on the. “Desiree? What?” Damien says, rousing his eyes open. “What are you doing here?” “Uhh, that’s what I asked you!” “Hey, hey, hey!” Harper interjects. “Relax. This could be a good thing! Damien, sweetie, you think we can use this tent for tonight?” “What? This is my home!” Damien yells. “You’re living here?” Desiree retorts, rudely. “Well…yeah. I lost all my clients, and there’s not really anymore jobs around town. So…” Damien says, sitting up now. Harper turns to Desiree with a crooked mouth,.