I had a beer, thinking if it was real what I just lived or am I in a kind of dream, or again I've gone mad and have illusions. If it is a blusted drea..., sure thing is I don't want to wake up. I now live in a strange kind of horniness and feel I am ready to leave my self to the first individual who will want to fuck, man or woman I don't mind.The barman was rather sleepy, but the three Italians were in a very good mood. Talking and laughing loudly they joked about something I couldn't. On Friday, when I was about to start to work, my bike gave some trouble and wasn’t starting. So I had to go by walk until the bus stop to catch a bus.I was walking very fast and saw her coming back from work. She saw me but I didn’t smile as I was getting late to work. She passed me and without giving any attention I was going on. She came from behind on her bike and asked if I wanted lift until bus stop.I immediately said yes and sat on her bike. She asked me why I was walking and I said my. I didn?twant her to see me in them and went rushing to the bathroom. She wasstill in the shower but obviously she heard me getting in."Morning sissy sleepyhead. Trust you slept well. Hurry up we have lotsof shopping to do today." Err, yes", I got out with a raspy voice."I mean I am fine, just need to pee." Don?t forget to sit down like a good sissy, do you hear me? Sissies donot stand like men when they pee, they do sit. I don?t want you everagain to stand up when you pee." Oh honey, can?t we. “It doesn't look like something you'd wear at all.”Vicky nodded. “I hate it,” she admitted. “It was a gift from an old boyfriend and I wore it once for him and never went out in it. It is sluttier than the dress, isn't it.”“Yeah, I guess,” said Jana, still not understanding where her roommate was going with it.Vicky sighed.“It can't be helped then, I guess,” she said.Then she twirled about and went back into her room, her blond ponytail swinging behind her. A few minutes later, Vicky emerged.