This was really pleasant I thought to myself, good company, good music and good smoke. Passing the joint back and forth we spoke about photography and...what looked better, black and white or colour photography. Sophie asked me if I agreed when she said’ ‘you can take beautiful images of things, but sometimes capturing the image with your naked eye and holding onto that memory of it, can be a truly be more beautiful’‘I agree with that’, I replied. ‘You can’t beat the real thing!’Sophie picked up. Face to face as we bent down, she smiled and my discomfort faded once again. Putting me at ease with a simple smile. No woman had ever done that to me before.Once aboard the train she told me her plan. "I told you that we were going to play it my way, so here it is. Ever since the first time I wore my mothers silk panties to high school under my jeans, being a woman in public has made me feel so sexy and pretty. It took me a while to get up the nerve to go out in public dressed as the woman. Josh lit a pheromone candle, switched the music to smooth, gentle jazz sounds and squeezed a large dollop of warming lotion into his palm. He then looked down over his mother, her eyes closed, her hair back and her cheeks flushed, and admired her natural beauty.He then peeled back the sheet to her waistline.Her breasts were large for her frame, which came as no surprise, of course. Josh had peeked on his mother several times as a younger boy, curious about a woman's anatomy. Shelly stands 5'3". Think this is it."She made no move to get out of the car, though, so we just sat there. A few minutes passed and I finally broke the silence."Well? Are you going to go look for your phone or are we going to sit here all night?" I'm goin'! Just hold the fuck on!" she retorted. Finally, she flung the car door open and staggered out. I got out with her, and helped her walk. It was a bit frustrating to have to pretend to not know where we were going. It would have just been easier to go to the lake.