Even Stacey begged off from my requests for the occasional friendly round of singles. Waving me away, she'd laugh, "Why waste the hour when we know th... results? Game, set, match; you win, 6-0, 6-0."But my progress didn't prevent Coach from keeping me late nearly every practice for some personal instruction. The hands-on kind. It was rather pointless. He knew it and I knew it. I had the form, I only had to harness it. The old humpity-bump, Now reach for the ball! As if I needed it. He did,. I don't feel manly anymore." Goodness, Jacque, that is the idea! You will feel and you will want tofeel more and more girly as the evening goes on. Claudette wants to feelgirly. I want to feel girly. This is a girl's slumber party. You willfeel girly. And that is not something to be ashamed of as a man. Nothingmakes a man feel he more of a human being than to feel the femalefeelings he has bottled up inside that ugly man body. So, Jacque,tonight become a "girl" with us. Let your female side. It was only a few moments before she arched her back, and bowed her head, and said, “Every time you move, it feels so good I can hardly stand it!”I stopped my gentle thrusting to give her time to relax again, and adjusted my stance slightly, so I wasn’t going in as deep. “I’ll just try it like this,” I said, as I began to move inside her again. She took a deep, shuddering breath, and said, rather breathlessly, “Oh, that feels so good!” I kept the movement just like that for a minute or two,. But, I felt pretty and feminine. I haddecided to wear my most flattering dress. It had a soft satin, creamcolored top, empire waste, with a black georgette skirt that came downto my knees. I carefully pulled it over my head and zipped it up theback. I tied the ribbon belt around my waist in a pretty little bow. AsI looked in the full length mirror all I could see was the woman I havelonged to be all my life. I know that the mirror lies and I don't reallypass as a woman but, I still thought I.