"As quickly as possible I pulled the borrowed dress over my head and I smoothed it down. There wasn't much of it, the barely cover my knickers at one ...nd and the two thin shoulder straps just kept my breasts covered."Please I can't wear this," I complained."You look great, now off you go and have a great time," she pushed me out of the room and downstairs. "Now little brother you have a good time and promise to bring Angie her over one night ok." Ok sis," he agreed and off we went.On the drive. He said are you ready – this is when the fun and pleasure begins. Tell me if I am hurting you and we will stop for a minute or so. He withdrew and then reentered me – fucking me like I had always imagined being fucked. Gradually I got used to the feeling of him inside me – it was a little uncomfortable at first but once I repositioned myself I was happy and we fucked like I had always imagined fucking would be like.I was now a woman. There was no way I could ever do that again – it was a once. "Steven, I'm not ticklish. Remember? I'm not ticklish. I promise I'm not."Behind me Martha yelled, "Sic 'im, Ronnie!"I was getting closer and Ronnie squealed, "Steven! No!"I dived, floated to her, and grabbed her by the waist as I leapt into the air. When I reached air I heard her screaming, "Steeevennn!"I had lifted her above me, holding her waist, loving the feel of her cunt on my chest. I looked up at her. "Not ticklish, huh?" I'm not! I'm not! I promise I'm not."I buried my mouth in her. "I'm a taxi, thought Jon humourlessly as he handed over thekeys.***The next week was harder than Jon had thought. Beingreliant on public transport was even more style crampingthan having an uncool car. When the last bus home is at19:00 it meant zero social life. Getting a lift off a matehad been part of the plan, but Akira (the mate he had hadin mind) was not answering his texts.It was with great relief that he headed back to the bodyshop a week later. As before a girl mechanic, who couldeasily.