(6” stiletto pumps!). She came back in the room wearing only thigh high nylons, matching bra and panties. I commented that I see she was comfortable... She said that she was no nonsense and that we both knew what we wanted and she figured she would move it on.Went to stand to kiss her but she pushed me back in the chair and told me to relax. She said she was in control now and she wanted me to do her the way she wanted . I was cool with this, as a matter of fact it was refreshing. I was used to. She reached down behind her and took my balls in her hand, squeezing them gently with the rhythm of her rocking hips. She was gasping gently and then started to moan with me as she continued to rock slowly against him.She then raised her hips, and began to ease up and down my dick; her wetness was now running down on me. We were both moaning loudly together, all inhibitions are gone as she pumped me again and again. She then released my balls and slid down between my buttocks. As her finger. ..Skirt?There was nothing terribly interesting about my skirt. It was black -the same color as my tights. It came down nearly to my knees - or theknees I now had, because they certainly didn't look like the knees Iremembered having before - not that I looked at my knees all that often.Even in my dumbfounded state, I soon realized I was looking at the lowerhalf of a female body.I reached out a hand to touch my skirt, praying that it was only anillusion. That was when I got the next shock. Not. I mean, I've heard thecracks my whole life. And this just proves them all right," I saidthrough sobs."Fuck them, Brian. Fuck the homophobes. Just relax and go with theflow. You are who you are. And who you are is the best person I know." Thank you," I said, sniffling. "You're the best." No, you are. Thank you for doing this. I apologize for freezing youout the past few days." It's OK. You were hurting." Still...what made you come over here with the bridal magazines?" Jim." Excuse me?" He called.