Oh my God! She was masturbating. I had never seen anyone doing that. Suddenly she looked at me and jumped out of her bed and hide herself behind the b...d. I was still standing there looking at her.She peeped out and asked me to leave. I refused to go and started moving towards her. She pleaded “Please go, Its not a good habit to come directing inside someone’s bedroom”. I replied “what about you then”. I went to her, hold her and said “see no need to feel shy. You have seen me doing that. Now it. " "Good, consider your next four hours paid for. I think I can refrain from staining your beautiful dress." Two hours of double my usual rate would make a nice addition to my bank account and John didn't seem the type to be stingy about a tip. John refreshed our drinks and we sat next to each other on the bar stools and chatted about things. We finished our drink and after I'd set my empty glass down, John leaned in to kiss me. I pulled back slightly and asked if I should wipe off my lipstick.. And girls hate to commit themselves to something that they don't know for sure if they're going to like or not.Like blowjobs.That's just one example, but there were tons of sexual activities (remember this is in the late sixties) that everybody knew about, but which were shied away from by girls just because they didn't want to get into a situation where their guy would expect them to do it again and again.Then there were the wild girls. Or maybe they were girls who had just let things go too. I turned over to turn it off, all of the sudden I was in a different room than my old one, no it was the same one except it was a deep shade of yellow instead of blue. I had new furniture too. Well maybe not new, probably there my whole life. As I thought about it then I remembered I got it when I was a little girl! That thought reminded me that I was a girl now! It worked! Everything did, I now remember my childhood as a girl and I boy. I knew now that my name was Taylor, I knew I was very.