By now, these hotties should be ready and eager for some male attention.We started dancing, and before long I maneuvered behind her for a little bump ...nd grind. Mostly grind, for now, but I had a lot more “bump” planned for later. She stiffened slightly as I reached back and unclasped her bra, but by the time it was off she was laughing and dancing again. Her boobs weren’t quite as big as the brunette, but they still felt good in my hand.Fuck it, though. I was still horny as hell, and nice as a. Fogherty to us young folk) downstairs and she talked to her almost every day. I pumped her for information on my neighbor but she wouldn't give up anything, but for one mere scrap. My new neighbor had asked the old lady about me. My heart fluttered for a beat and then I shook off the fantasy. I hate it when the old women jerk my chain; they make me feel like a little dweeb all over again.Back to work. Friday night I swore that I would not work Saturday, come hell or high water, and I kept my. I slid further down the back seat, with my ass now in full view of the drivers rear view mirror, but I was too far gone to care. He had pulled my stockinged leg wide open into his as he wanked off, and as if on cue, he came on my inner thigh between my stocking top and wet pussy, which I had now taken over and was masturbating with such gusto, but we were pulling into the central terminus, so I missed out as the bus came to a hissing halt.I sat upright and readjusted my clothing and my sex. I felt it hug my curves in a cool caress. Then I moved over to the lovely vanity filled with pots and tubes of assorted makeup, some of which looked unopened. I studied myself in the mirror, and I knew I looked stunning in the gown, but my hair and face needed work. Now I need to explain. Why, you ask, was I so interested in looking as feminine as I could? Well, the simple truth was that I was now a female, and from the look of things, stuck. So I was forced to either fit in or try to deny my.