That kept the ovens in the studio kitchen going for a good part of the afternoon.What I loved was the laughter. We were all released from school and r...ady for the holiday. And we were acting like a bunch of kids running around decorating and cooking and singing. Rose had managed to get bigger speakers for her boom box and had Christmas music playing in the studio. Rhonda and I had stopped in Nashville after we rode Friday and practically bought out the Christmas store. We got lights, ornaments,. “This isn’t an idea at all, this is straight bourbon. S’like, what, the opposite of having good ideas, right?”“Emily… no,” Rebecca frowned. “You’re not going to drink. You don’t drink.”“I’m old enough, and I can drink whenever I want,” Emily said defensively. “I drink sometimes, every now and then. I bet I drink way more than you.”Releasing a long, exasperated sigh, Rebecca took the neck of the bottle in her hand as though she was going to have to take it away from her smaller friend.. I didn’t want to be female, exactly. I didn’t feel like a girl inside; I wasn’t even sure what that would feel like. But ... I really wanted to turn men on. I craved making guys cum. And this body was a much better tool for that job than my old one. So I’d find myself feeling grateful for having tits, and a pussy, and a round padded ass, and even the hair. They were just so useful. I would’ve felt almost helpless without them. There were a lot fewer gay guys than straights.And then I’d remember. As she was busying herself, she saw Robert and Samantha crawl out of the other tent. Robert was sporting an erection but, as soon as he had come back from behind the bushes, it had gone away. They joined her in the kitchen shelter to get breakfast rolling. It was the first time they had been naked together as a family and for Robert and Lisa, at least, in spite of being naked at the campfire the night before, there was a moment of awkwardness that they admitted to each other with a shy smile;.