It wascomforting to put on the familiar brown uniform, even if it was cutdifferently, and even if there was a bra and panties underneath insteadof box...r shorts. The familiar routines helped make the transition alittle less jarring. Being able to tap into Joan's original memoriesalso made it easier.Still, there was a lot to get used to.It was her third day back at work when Becky Crenshaw, the receptionist,looked at her and said, "Honey? I can't imagine how hard this is....butI have to tell you,. They were red with black lace trim.She kept dancing around for a while then she motioned to me to follow her.As we walked I grabbed her ass cheeks and said that is a sweet tight ass.She said I'm glad you like your gonna see a lot of it.We got to the her bedroom she turned grabbed me and we fell on to the bed kissing.She rolled on top of me and sat on my legs her panties against my balls.She leaned forward and said if you want to suck on my tits take my bra off .I took the bra off,took both. " he said.The suit responded with a sensation of movement across his body, and Clayblushed as he felt his breasts and butt jiggle in response. "That'sweird," he said. "That felt like--"He looked down to discover that he was completely naked.Embarrassed, Clay's first instinct was to cover his nudity, but hereminded himself that he wasn't really a woman and this wasn't his body.However, Bud's lascivious leer was definitely making him feeluncomfortable.Clay cleared his throat and tried to regain. Grinning and looking directly into his eyes, I placed my hands on his chest and very slowly lowered myself onto him. Dripping wet, he slid into me effortlessly. I began rocking on top of him, moving my hips just the way I knew would set him off. With ever increasing speed and while listening to the cues from his body, our energy soared, reaching into the heavens. My hands and feet began to tingle as if going numb and I was overcome with love and passion for only this man—my man. My back arched.