" You mean you don't like being a woman?" quizzed Mike, now even moreconfused."No, I absolutely LOVE being a woman. But I have a choice and mendon't.... That's true," nodded Mike, "but why are you saying this? Taking alittle too much interest in one of your friend's footwear doesn't meanthat I'm some form of closet tranny!" No, of course it doesn't," laughed Sophie, "but it started me thinkingabout all of the times we've been shopping together and you'vepractically begged me to buy shoes which. I padded out of the room, my cock blissfully soft for once. I slipped into Heathers room, my cute bedmate sprawled on her back, her tiny titties on display. My cock hardened painfully, I needed to stick it in something. Her mouth was open slightly, invitingly. She woke up as I stuck my dick in her mouth. She moved, my dick popping out, and she blinked, glancing at her clock and groaning. I guess you want me to blow you? You bet, sweetness. Fine, but then Im goin back to bed. Its a deal, I told. Judy told me about it later. Both of us had sex with her a few times. I was right. Gretchen had just the dream pussy for me, and she was so sweet and loving about sharing it. I didn't care if she did me or not, but she did, and I came for her like a Guatemalan volcano!.On the bus ride to Miss Hanscomb's, way out in Eagle Rock, I was so dreamy and tired. Gretchen had found a pink polyester blend business outfit, with a little jacket and a fitted pink skirt. I had a white blouse to go with it. I. It has lots of chiffon andlace underneath. The sash is still tied into a big bow. He unties thesash, but when he tries to unzip the dress he can't reach the zipper.Nor is he strong enough to unzip it anyway if he could reach it. Hefights off a few tears. He looks for some shoes. All he can find is apair of pink Mary Jane shoes. He decides to just put them on anyway."Who the hell done this to me?" Alan demands. "Who is the bastard thattrapped me like this? I want to right know!" I did," a voice.