My tongue teased her slit but soon discovered that she was more than ready; she was flowing. I used my tongue to jab in and out of her and when I fina...ly worked on her clit, her thighs clamped tightly against my face and her legs crossed, feet on my back. She rocked her hips up into my face for what I estimated was at least two orgasms. Then I moved so I could lie beside her. I licked around one nipple and sucked on it, trying to take her flesh into my mouth, which was wet with her fluids. She. Afraid to start a torrent of words with just one, like a river that starts with a single drop of rain. They did however continue to glace and look at each other. Sometimes their eyes locked and she blushed and looked down trying to hide a longing. The road they traveled wound through the forest, going here and there like a pilgrim wandering. It crossed more the a few streams bridged by wooden logs. Some streams ran calm, deep and still, like him she thought. Other ran and bubbled and played. It all began one winter night much like this one, many years ago, aftermy boyfriend and I got piss drunk at a party. We were on the way home,buffeted by the cold wind, when we took shelter in a convenience store.That was the night when I first laid eyes on it: XChange: The fast-acting, temporary, gender-swapping pill!There was a whole row of the pills, in all its different incarnations.Basic, Xtra... Resistance... Denial. But what captivated me most was thepackage at the end of the row.. This went along just fine until one Saturday night she came home early from her date at nine when her curfew was eleven. Normally we would sit on the couch after her dates and she would tell me how it went. That night though she just came in and went straight to her room and closed the door.I was a little puzzled by what had just happened and figured something had gone wrong and wanted to talk with her about it. I went up and when I approached her door I thought I heard her softly sobbing. I.