Jokingly i said,"Happy birthday to me!" Not a good choice seeing as how i got a bar of soap thrown at my head. I retrieved a towel from her room and h...nded it to her. After she was ready she beckoned me over to her room. I entered and there she was standing in front of her mirror. I had never seen her look so beautiful. Wearing a blue dress strapless and simple no real design to it, but the way if fell on her hips and mid thigh length. Words could not express how amazing she looked. Her hair. Are you satisfied with my calling you Candi, as I have been doing? I kind of liked that because you were something that I thought was sweet. But since you are my girlfriend and becoming so girlie and a sissy we need something more fitting and feminine, not just cutesy like Candi. Any suggestions?”“Yes,” her answer was quicker than I expected. “My first name begins with ‘P’ and I always liked Patricia. Or Patti, with an ‘i’.”“I like that too. Patricia it is.” I lightly took hold of her hand and. I don't look at my watch when I'm with someone because I think that it's rude, so I took a quick glance at the clock on the wall.It was after eleven o'clock and by now Diane was on her third hurricane and ordered one more. She wasn't slurring but was clearly getting intoxicated. The drunker she got, the more she talked and the more flirtatious she got, occasionally touching my thigh. I told her that the lounge was closing in about fifteen minutes and that I would escort her to her room. About. My mouth closed on one nipple over the fabric, my saliva darkening the material, her excitement apparent through the tightness of the garment. I was on my knees, my hands running up the backs of her legs to her backside, feeling her cheeks, the silk cool under my touch. She reached behind herself, the bra unfastened, her shoulders dropping forward as she shucked the garment off. Her exposed breasts, white triangles framing her perfect, rose coloured nipples, freckles dipping down her chest and.