" I don't understand," I said. "Your name is Margaret?" She looked at me as though I was the stupidest man on the list of stupid men she had ever met....And that's probably a fairly long list. "I," I stumbled. "I, ah, it's just not a name that belongs to, ah," I fumbled again. "I mean, I never met a stripper named Margaret before." Well if it makes you uncomfortable," she replied "you can call me Honey. Or Paige. Or just make up a name if you want." Oh, no. Margaret is fine. Just fine. And so is. It was a green and yellow t-shirt of a basketball teamwhich would cease to exist in 15 years and green leggings. For amoment, Danni forgot that she wanted to go back to being a man. It wasfor she needed to know why Lucy always wore Green and yellow. "Why?"Lucy smiled and said, "Why what?"Danni was not in the mood for games "Quit playing dumb, you knowexactly what my question was about.." Sorry Danni, but a girl does need to have a little fun. Quit being sotesty, your dream was fulfilled. I know. She walks with her hands tied with her groceries bags. Her mind, as always, drifts as she smiles at the sunny Florida day. "Are there any gentleman left nowadays?" Quietly she puts away her groceries, as her mind drifts to He Who is Unknown—only a shadow and a dream. Days go by and the dream continues to haunt her. Faith plans on going to the gym, but she never makes it there. On the way she sees this magnificent creature. He is tall, and his hair cut Marine Corps style, high and tight.. "I can't wear a bra under this, and the wool or whatever it is, it scratches my tits something awful." She wiggled and her boobs jiggled.I nodded and admired. They were high and the aroused nipples were evident, poking out and pointing slightly away from each other. "How come you can't wear a bra?" I asked, enjoying the direction this was taking."It shows because this is loosely knit or something. Anyhow, I promised and the man paid me extra not to, fifty bucks." The man?" The guy that hired.