My balls hung out on either side and my cockhead was poking out the top. The g-string ran up my ass crack. I put the top on and felt the small triangl...s resting against my hardening nipples. Why are women's clothes so soft against the skin and men's clothes are just there?I went out of the room and told myself that I had to do all my chores dressed in my bikini. I went to the back and mowed the lawn and trimmed a few bushes. Then I cleaned the pool and straightened out the house. I took the. " Hmmm." she made it a throaty sound almost of satisfaction. "You do know how to get to a woman's heart." I don't need a woman's heart," I said.The eyebrow went up again."I want yours," I continued. "He can settle for 'a' woman's heart." Careful..." she said her voice dropping as she came close to me. "A woman takes those kind of words very much like a commitment."She was standing close enough that I could feel the heat coming off her body. I looked away and moved from the window. She leaned. The trouble was that I wascomfortable as a man, I didn't prefer being a man, but I didn't hate it.Now in my mid-20s, I've started seeing myself as genderfluid. I had comeout to a close friend, telling her all my struggles, how I felt, and whenshe presented the word 'genderfluid' I pretty much latched onto it. I'dlove to be a girl, but I don't always mind being a boy. I like bits ofboth, but if I was given the choice, I'd be a girl.I often fantasise about various things happening to me, a. I was really enjoying myself watching her dance with all these different guys. Especially when it was slow dance and Linda was grinding herself against these guys.At one point Linda got involved with a limbo dance that the crowd was getting into. When she went under the pole naturally her mini dress rose well above her panties and she was getting quite a lot of applause and whooping and yelling from the guys in the crowd. I had to stay seated at the table to hide the hard-on I got from watching.