.. I wouldn't care," Katie said, her smile unrelenting."And if I said your were a menace to traffic..." Katelyn continued, edging closer."I wouldn't c...re," Katie said more softly."And if I said you were kind of cute naked," Kaitlyn whispered."I'd say, 'Thank you.' You're kind of cute, too," Katie replied, touching her. The bond was sealed."Wow. That's quite a touch," Kaitlyn said, feeling the change begin. But Kaitlyn's faulty wiring troubled Katie.Meredith find me now. Please, she thought. The final factor wasHelen's suggestion for a book idea."...and maybe your writing and research this year could be about cross-dressers and trannies. You could do a sociological study here in New Yorkof the transgendered scene. You know, interviews, descriptions. You couldkeep a journal that could satisfy your writing requirement at work. Ieven thought of a title, 'MetroSexual to Transsexual'."Frankie thought about it for a day or two and then told Helen about hisdecision to try it all out. He. Didn't she realize how they smelled? "Are you alright?" she asked, crossing her legs and flexing her nylon-clad toes some more. "Yeah, so I guess I'll just get to work," he said, standing, ready to leave. "Sit down," she insisted. "There's more to discuss." He sat, reluctantly. "Would you mind?" he suggested, gesturing to her feet. He didn't want to embarrass her, but the smell was too potent to ignore. "What do you mean?" she asked, reading something on her monitor before turning, glancing at. The winter’s chill lapped at them and it wasn’t long before they had a blanket around them. The warmth of her body fed his flames of their desire. He pulled her close, and kissed her deeply. As their tongues did the dance of lovers, his hand slid beneath her jacket, in search of her breasts. To his surprise she was not wearing a bra and he could trace the outline of her nipples against the fabric of her blouse. He pulled the hardening nipple between his fingers and pinched it lightly. He kissed.