Once safely under the blankets Lavender’s shock wore off and she eagerly captured Hermione’s mouth with her own. Their warm bodies pressed against...each other, the hot wet tongue wrestling her own and the other girl’s hands on her lower back and ass ensured Hermione she had made the right decision. Lavender was clearly more experienced but Hermione was intent on taking control this time. She wanted to make Lavender feel as good as she had and to feel that sense of being needed again. She worked. Gail suddenly stopped, and stripped off her top then her brassiere. Her breasts were heavy and pendulous, her nipples were fully erect and with an upward tilt, proudly displayed momentarily, then as if descending in a yoga-style manner, she slid forward, hands on his chest until her swollen breasts were crushed into his chest as her hands disappeared under his belt, on their voyage of discovery, and I noted at the correct depth, they bunched into fists, as they took hold of the flesh, now. .." She was quiet for a few moments."I was thirty-one years old and living in New York City, when I fell asleep driving home from working twenty-four straight hours on a project at work. I woke up in the body of a ten year old girl. She was killed in an auto accident, because her mother was a lush, and her father is a bastard."When I woke up I wanted to scream bloody murder, so I did, and the nurses took it as shock and grief from the accident and doped me up. Her – me – you know – Angel's. I examined myself in the mirror. No one was at risk of mistaking me for a woman, but I knew where I could find others spending their evening as I was, and an audience for it.I opened a crossdressing chatroom, started my camera, and waited to be noticed.Things were quiet, a little boring. I had one brief chat with someone who wanted to know where I was and wasn't satisfied with me refusing to be more specific than the state. I'm suspicious of people who are too nosy about my details - I don't.