What I'd become. She'd already defined our new relationship! I was a woman. Her girlfriend. I'd live with her as such. My choices now were simple: tak... it or leave it!Maybe she meant this to be further emasculation to punish me, though it didn't seem so. Maybe it was how she was teasing me about my remarkable accomplishment, my acquired femininity, to compliment me and console herself for any injury she'd inflicted on my pride and my manhood? Maybe it was a friendly gesture to ease her own. But it’s a simple truth. The old man seemed to draw into himself as if cool rain was falling all around him. He hadn’t talked to his wife about these things for years. It had been too long, too much time lost chasing after tomorrow. So much time lost by not just talking about the honest, easy things. ‘Remember before the wedding? How my brother had slipped me a sip of whiskey from that flask of his because I was so jumpy? How we danced that night, so close? What I really remember is how excited. About 6 in the morning, the door was opened and we were all told to go andhave a shower. We had to queue for the showers and I found there was no privacy-just a row of three showers with a pile of towels. So I had the embarrassingexperience of showering next to a man who was a complete stranger to me. Isaw him out of the corner of my eye as he washed his cock and got the hot waterto spray over his body especially his bum which he stuck out. It was very difficultto wash properly as we hadn't. It was my fault.”“No it wasn't we should have locked the door...”“I shouldn't have come in there.”“W-why did you? Honey I'm not angry.”Jessica found she was blushing, but it was tinged with something – something hot and dangerous that made her heart hammer in her chest.“You... you were... making noise.”“Oh my god...” Now Ribecca was blushing.“Who -is- she? Debra?”“She's... she's... someone important. Somebody I like... Honey, I'm not like your mother. I-... honey there's never been a man. Men..