And she knew she had to have him. Nervous, excited, and more aroused than she’d been in years, she made her way over to him, and when she looked int... his eyes, it was like looking into a reflection of her own desires, her own fantasies and dreams. There were no words between them, only a touch, electric, terrifying in its intensity. Reality faded, and all she could comprehend was the heat of his body, so close to her. Desire overcoming fear, she whispered in his ear, ‘I want to make love to. Moms not going to be back for a while. she said. OK. What do you want to do? Lets wrestle. And with that, she jumped on me. She was only wearing a dress… She straddled me and ground my pelvis with her groin. It was too much. I playfully tossed her to the ground and tickled her. She squirmed away and jumped on my back. I could feel her warm muff through her panties. I shook her off onto the bed, her small frame seemed weightless. I jumped on her and rolled her on top of me. She had calmed down. "When we change, when we wake up you will haveall my memories, these will be the main memories you have Christina'sfriends will naturally be your friends you will know Christina's dailyroutine, how to dress, put your make up on, work, everything that I do,you will do, you will have all Christina's mannerisms, likes, dislikes" Ipaused to carry for a second and carried on "Tony's memories will be inthe background you will always know that once you were Tony and you canaccess these memories but. That was the beginning of my fetish. I think I have tocall it a fetish because I know it isn’t normal, thefact that I like to be subjected to dirty men and dirtyplaces. That’s not to say that I am physically dirty,because I’m not. I shower every morning and wear cleanclothes, but I find myself always drawn to situationsthat most women would run screaming away from. **My first real cross over from normal to my new fetishhappened in Denver. I was there for the week and.