He hugged her to him, as he felt her sliding down over him, then kissed her under the chin as they began to rock. She pressed herself tightly against ...im, and with each gentle rock of her hips, he felt a rising tension in himself.She kissed him gently on the lips, and as she gently rocked back and forth in his lap, her tongue entwined with his. Her hands pulled him tight against her body as he touched her back, and then she broke the kiss with a moan and began grinding her hips with increasing. I remember having anold dress of my sisters that was in the dress up box. I wore it any chanceI got, and even then, I knew that I was a girl and I also knew this wassomehow wrong. This was reinforced when the dress was suddenlyunavailable.I secretly borrowed clothes from my sister for the next 14-16 years, thesewere worn as often as possible, often under my regular boy clothes. I knewI should not feel bad about my desire to be a girl, this wasn't a choiceor something I had asked for, it was. I had never believed that this would be possible, let alone enjoyable.On occasions, a man or two would come along to the lounge, to sit with the women, and see what all the fuss was about. I never minded, but sometimes the older women were a little inhibited in their presence. Once or twice, a table of young men arrived, making no effort to hide their "gayness". I was able to respond to their teasing, flirting, and touching, no differently than I did with the females. Surprisingly to me, the. ” Em opened her mouth, but Doug jumped in before she could explain. “He also said I no longer report to him. What the heck is up? Who did you piss off, and what kind of hard-ass are we reporting to now?”Em held her hands up. “Whoa. Slow down a minute. The hard-ass in charge of this case is me. And the person we both ultimately respond to is him,” she said, pointing to the limousine. Doug turned and stared. It took a moment, but when he figured out the symbol on the side of the door, his jaw.