”“You choose to do this shit, and tricked me onto doing it.”“Okay, okay. Here’s your fucking pill.”Nick reached into his pocket, and pulle... out the bottle, which had only one blue pill in it. He handed it to me, I opened it and took out the pill, put it in my mouth and washed it down with some soda. I sat there waiting for the change back. Nick sat down in a chair nearby. After a couple of minutes, I realized nothing seemed to be happening. I wasn’t changing back.“What is this shit? Why am I. I raised my hips and pulled off my panties.I brought the dildo down to my hole and pushed it in a little. I was getting wet down there, but not enough to allow this big prick access. Wait -- hadn't it vibrated when Mom used it? Bringing it back up near my face I found that the handle at the bottom actually twisted clockwise, starting up the vibrations. I brought it back down to my clit, sending excitement radiating through me."Mmm", I exhaled. That felt good. The vibrations quickly got me. The more I thought about it the more I thought I would not be able to do it.Another week went by and nothing had changed. As far as I knew Sonya hadn't had any contact with the asshole and I didn't question her about him. In some ways things between us were good. We talked and made love and carried on as though nothing was wrong but the problem was always on my mind.One evening as we were watching television I decided to approach Sonya on the subject of marriage counseling."I was thinking that. It felt amazing, physically, but it feltright, mentally. It just felt right to be a girl.In the mirror I saw a cute 18 year-old girl in her school uniform, dressfalling to mid-thigh, like all the girls at school wore them. I sat onthe bed to see what sitting in a dress felt like. Oh my god! I might aswell not have been wearing anything. It was like sitting just wearing mypanties. "My panties". "Ha!" I laughed to myself. I got up and danced around the room, twirled around, jumped up and down.I.