" Her smile broadened. "Besides, I know you're dying of curiosity."**********Julie shut off the car and nudged Bashful. He was sleeping, reclined i... the passenger seat. He'd wanted to play, and he had - to the point of exhaustion. "Wake up, sleepy. We're home."She pushed the button to shut the garage door, then helped Bash out of the car. Bash was barely awake. "Home?" he asked softly.Julie smiled. "You played too hard. Let's get you to bed." She guided him into the house, then to. “Let’s go, big boy,” she said as she pulled me by my hand to her room.I followed.Her room had a bed. I am sure that things I would notice later were also there, but at the time all I was only aware of the bed. Well, I didn’t really notice the bed itself in any detail, either. It was there, and both of us seemed to fit on it. To be honest, that was the extent of my interest in my surroundings at the time.She pushed me against it, and I slumped into a seated position as she lowered herself to her. A Hopper's early pre-Hoppingproclivity toward cross-dressing becomes a full-blown obsession to takingover women's bodies and dressing them in sexy, womanly apparel. More thanjust the physical sensation, Hoppers seem to enjoy living women's' lives.Some even spend time doing everything the host would normally do, justenjoying the day to day experience of being her.Body-Hoppers' desires for the bodies of women aren't the limit of theirappetites. A fully transformed Hopper has a sex-drive more than. "I'm going back to school in a few days." Oh, but it won't be until summer. You can do it then, can't you?"My voice caught in my throat but I nodded and managed to croak, "Yes, of course. If that's what you want, Mom." It is," Mom whispered, though we were the only ones home. And with that, her hips pushed forward and her pubes strained against the cotton material that, though they didn't reveal as much as the lacy, black ones months before, still disclosed much, and my mind filled in the rest..