Konni was simply spectacularto look at, with his cool, polished, ivory skin and warm brown eyes, andhis neatly braided dark hair that made him look fr...sh, young and ratherbeguiling. "Pah! What use have I for such things these days? If you'reinvited to a dance I want you to be the belle of the ball."A slight flush of guilt coloured his cheeks. "Yes. Well, I'm not reallya girl, auntie, but while I keep up this pretence I think I shouldattempt to appear genuine."Later that week he went out alone. She turned to face Chandler, a look of pure desire in her eyes. Her nipples had peaked the satin of her dress. She reached behind herself and spread the straps of her gown, easing each over a flawless shoulder. Chandler's eyes were riveted on her, as she lowered her dress in a slow sexy way - first, her perfect pert breasts, then her flat toned stomach, next her ivory satin garter belt and white silk stockings, and finally, the gown was in a crumpled heap at her ankles. She was pantyless, and. I don't have the words to describe just how weird it felt seeing myreal body walk away.David turned his full attention to me."Don't worry, this is only temporary. I'll switch you back at the endof the evening. In the meantime you will feel entirely comfortable inNatalia's body and will say nothing to anyone to reveal you're not her.I'll explain everything downstairs at the event."As he said it so it became true. I *did* feel comfortable in thisfemale body; as comfortable as I did in my. I picked up the guitar from where I’d left it leaning against the wall and started tuning it. Anna brought my coffee, sat down, and asked me to play the last song I played at her quinceañera. What could I do? I played and sang it to her.“What’s the name of that song, Pablo?” She asked curiously.“It’s called ‘Anna’s Song,’” I replied watching her blush a deep red behind her dark skin.The next thing I know she was in my lap hugging my neck hard and giving me a deep kiss. Mrs. Mendoza picked that.