“Oh Jen, I’m not sure about this at all,” I complained.She lay perfectly still for a second. “Do you remember all the times you’ve had my as...?”“Well, yes.”“And do you remember whose idea that was? And who had to convince who that it would be ok?”I was seriously screwed. Or more accurately was about to be, literally.“Um, he’s way bigger than I am. Doesn’t that count for something?”“Yes, it means that I have instructed him to be very gentle.”“OK, just please go slowly.”Steve worked his tool up. He said that Faye had contacted his firm to make my fantasy come true. I said and what fantasy would that be?He smiled and said, "Why to be a woman of course."Well, my face got blood red, I was really ashamed. I started to get up, but, Faye said wait... I know about all the web sites, I want you to live your fantasy and have a great time. I love you and want to share this with you.I sat back down. The doctor explained that every thing is strictly cosmetic and there are no long-term effects. He. Then one of them kept lifting her top up and walking about wriggling her arse, which really got me horny. Unbuttoning my shirt I went right up to the window and made it obvious I was wanking over them, hoping they would look up - a bit risky, but I was so turned on. After a few minutes, the saucy little girl who was lifting her top, did indeed look up and clearly saw me, I nearly stopped, in a bit of a panic but simply couldn't and even made it more obvious what I was doing! They walked over. I came back into ballroom too, dancing with a girl Tilly, who my sisterhad introduced. She was not a great dancer, but she was good in bed.Many guys think of dancing as not a masculine activity, but it hasalways been a great way to get the girls.But when It came to practice I still worked with my family. We had adance studio in our home. Beatrice and I still lived there and Daniellived with his new wife only a block away. When there was only the fourof us, I would find myself dancing the.