This seems to galvanize Becky into action, and she unlocks the door, and pulls me in afterwards.She pulls me down into a kiss again, but I’m feeling...too weak to lift her up this time. “Damn,” Lisa says as she enters the home. “I guess I’ll go downstairs, all alone, and entertain myself.”She’s ignored by both of us, as we continue to make out, and Becky leads me over to the couch. Somehow Becky’s kisses lend me a bit of strength, but it’s almost as if I’m a man dying of thirst, and only offered. I am not evil, I help others.” I then told her how I had discovered what I could do. About almost being raped, then changing for the first time and throwing off my attacker. About how I was now using it to fight criminals and help people.“But is this the real you, or is the girl the real you?”I smiled, and pulled over my purse and took out my wallet. I showed her a picture of my parents and I when I was 10, and said “This is Chris, she is the real me. This is me with my parents when I was. I'd swear Mike almost choked, his face blazed, and then he was the one with the fixed smile that looked uncomfortable.The next half hour passed with little event and Victoria said her goodbyes. I walked her to the door. I had to say something but didn't want to get angry so I just kissed her on the cheek and jokingly apologised for Mike doing that to her."Oh don't be silly", she said, "It was fun, did you see his face when I showed him the body stocking? That shut him up, ha ha. I'll ring you. I heard he water running and I should have turned back out and waited for her. I had to see her naked. Under my tiny breast my heart beat furiously. I stood there and tried to see her through the thick plastic curtain but the image behind it was distorted. I was about turn around and leave when the curtain ripped back on its rob and in the narrow tiled stall I the damp body of Rachel Crawford. "Can you hand me that towel," she said as she stepped forward, dripping wet and beautiful to me. I.