"He kissed them, and it was an explosion going off on my chest. Icouldn't have stopped now, even if I wanted to.Again, he somehow managed to manipulat... me into the position he wantedwithout me even knowing it had happened. I was on my back on the floor,my knickers and tights hanging from one foot, my bra on the floor. Myskirt was up over my tummy and he was all over me.This was it. It was finally going to happen.After all I had been through, after all the play-acting in the club, allthe. He must have gradually sped up without my realizing it. I can run one mile in six minutes, but I've never run three consecutive ones at that pace. Of course, it was going downhill, but still..." He's back to his usual four minute mile," Carter offered. "Hmmm, maybe a little better than that." Fuck," Mayfield said. "Fuck."Jeff sat at the head of the table, his breakfast almost finished. He raised the cup of coffee — his third one — to his mouth, but just sat there looking around. Several. Don't be ashamed of who you are." Whichmade sense, of course.But then she said: "Be proud of being a sissy. Metrosexuals are the inthing, you know, and women thing they are sooooooo hot! I'm sure my momwill love you even more, the more feminine you become. And I will helpyou."Wow. I was amazed at how our relationship had improved. She gave me acard where I could have laser hair removal, and immediately begancoaching me on my walk ? nothing too dramatic, but a bit of a femininesway to my hips.. Her mom was a cheerleader and her two older sisters were cheerleaders. Even her genderless stepbrother Mark was "Spirit" coordinator.This was her senior year and her last chance to make the cheerleading team. She had the routines down pat and she had been on a stringent diet the past six month losing almost fifteen pounds of baby fat. She had made a goal of losing eighteen pounds, one for each year of her short and uneventful life.The pretty girl with a dirty blonde ponytail knew that it was.