I put on the heels and walked tothe mirror, I was a knock out; I would fuck myself if I was still a man,but that's not what I wanted I still wanted a ...oman's pussy.I walked over and picked up the makeup box and sat down on the stool infront of the mirror. I smoothed the back of my mini as I sat down as ifI had done it for years. I opened the box and took out the tube ofmascara and applied it to my already long lashes, they became a longdeep black. I then took out a powder blue tube of eye. As the I pulled my robe off, I was hyper-aware of the fabric sliding across my skin. The tile of the bathroom floor stung like ice for an instant, then became unnoticeable like the thousands of times before. The mirror, dear god, the mirror… My pupils were constricted to the size of pinpoints, leaving only the blue orbs of my irises. What the fuck did I do last night? Drinks with Jill. But not enough to fuck me up. Unless someone slipped me something? I remember flashes of it. Mostly Jill’s. "Hello Marsha, it is Mark, you gave me your number," Mark said, slightly nervously."Hi, sugar, how are you?" replied the mature Marsha."I am fine, I wondered if you were, um, busy," said Mark."Ha, baby, you mean that you wondered if I am fucking someone that I seduced with my ass?" laughed Marsha."Um yeah, I suppose that is what I am asking," said Mark."No honey, I am all on my ownsome and feeling horny," said Marsha, who had actually been fucked by two men since her evening with Mark but was. How could I have madeher cry? “What’s wrong, darling?,” I asked softly,sitting up to hold her. “Tell me.”She just looked at me, tears falling, and asked, “Youreally don’t know, Kathy?”Somehow, I did know, but I didn’t ever let it surface.We’d been friends so long, so close, but I now, well, Idid know why her feelings were tearing her apart.I wiped a tear from her cheek. “I think I just reallyrealized it now, tonight. Talk to me,.