For once, we didn’t have to steal kisses in the bathroom stall, or hook pinkies in the halls. We took our time, not that I wasn’t anxious to fina...ly give myself to her, but that was tempered by the desire to make it last. If I’d had my way, it would have lasted forever. As always, Stacy led, I followed, imitating each movement, trusting her, knowing we both wanted the same thing. She explored under my shirt, hands sliding over my tummy, my ribs, stealing my breath away as her fingers brushed. She had done a decentamount of researching ahead of time to coordinate the entire creation. Sheslowly slipped Greg's new doo onto his head. The wig cap helped it go oneasily and sit snuggly on his feminized head. She instructed him to bendforward so the hair cascaded up over his head and down in front of hisface, then had him quickly flip it back so it naturally fell down over hisshoulders. "Not so fast. We're not done yet," Nicole sing-songed to Greg, noticing himtrying to go catch a glimpse.. I already know that." You can't know that," he said."I do," she said stubbornly, insistently."So you want me to turn you down?" he asked. "I will if you ask me to. This isn't hydro-diving into Saturn, apparently. If you really think it's too dangerous, if you really don't want me to do it, I won't."She let her head fall down for a moment, so she was staring at the cement path that led to the shithouse. "Oh Laura," she moaned. She looked back up at him. "That's what my heart is telling me to. First was expulsion without any introduction to the supportive world outside the academy or any prospect of employment. This left them in a hopelessly vulnerable situation and privy to drugs, violence and prostitution. It was an option few chose.Second was to be offered the full operation to be turned into fully functioning 'girls'. Many took this option because a 'proper' female body coupled with some good academic qualifications gave them some excellent career prospects.Finally, they could.