Didn't you ever see yourself asmore than what's between your legs?" No." That's sad. I think that's sad. I really do."***She woke up scowling, the e...rly morning light penetrating through herblinds. The dream had been a strange one, and what was stranger was howshe could recall every detail so clearly. That usually didn't happen.Most times, she woke up and the dream would be fading, and she'd onlyrecall that she'd been happy there. This one was different. She hadn'tbeen happy. It had been. A body that I had drooled (and more) over for the twelve years we had known each other. She was lying on her back, with only the tie-sided bikini bottoms offering any cover at all. “You’ve been a long time,” she called when she eventually saw me standing on the bank about twenty feet or so away from her. “It’s too nice a day to rush,” I told her as I climbed down the bank to join her. “Why are you topless? – Not that I’m complaining, I hasten to add,” I asked. “As you say, it’s such a nice. Ithanked them profusely and the kisses we exchanged seemed perfectlynatural in my new feminine role.However, it was with some trepidation that I knocked on the door to Maryand Fiona's flat. Fiona opened the door. "Come on in Emma," she said, "youlook lovely. It is so good to welcome another girlfriend into our littlecommunity. Now we can be six girls together, rather than five girls andone man." I then realised that Nancy and Mai-Li were fully accepted aswomen and that, until now, I had been. Therefore she could neither voice her usual complaints normake incessant demands upon me as she hitherto had been inclined to do. Icould love a quiet Bess much better than the highly vocal one I had knownbefore this.'Yes! That I could love her was the conclusion to which I had come. But Iknew that my love for her would increase in direct proportion to her ownreticence. A man loves a woman who speaks little, so that he may have fullopportunity to speak as much as he pleases. I had always felt.