Her bust seemed atouch towards generous, but not melon-like. And looking at her, I felt... I can't really tell you what I felt.Perhaps it was this ste... that puts most people into asylums. I can onlysay that the near-entirety of this woman's life fell into my brain, givingme a second lifetime's worth of knowledge in a span quicker than man canmeasure. Within moments, I knew this new woman's name. That she was who Iwould have been had I been born a woman; that my mother was still mymother, my. She looked to be in her late twenties, and was smart and attractive. She was stylishly but simply dressed, wearing a classic style of short black dress, low-backed with single spaghetti straps, that contrasted with a plain white short-sleeve top. On her feet were pointed-toe black heels, her slim legs were encased in plain black panty-hose or hold-ups, and she was carrying a largish black handbag. Her hair was blonde (but from a bottle, not natural), of similar shape and length to my own,. .. I press the ring, she answers, asks me to go to the 1st floor. I find her waiting in the door. She's normal. She must be a girl!We discuss for around 20', I explain to her it is my first time, I am not sure what I am doing. She relaxes me, she shows me stuff in her house. She walks next to me, I grab her and kiss her passionately. I feel her getting passionate as well. I go for the kill, with my right arm I rub her bulge. She stops me. She says: undress, while she's undressing.Undressed, I. . well... just handle thingsI couldn't figure out. Car insurance, money, taxes etc. etc.Jeff knew who I really was, but he was nice to me anyway. He always asked how I was doing, jumped my car when my battery was dead, broughtme chicken soup when I was sick and a variety of things like that. Andall I could manage to say were things like, "Oh, thank you so muchJeff. You are soooooooo sweet. I like when you do stuff for me." ThenI'd get all giggly and invite him in for tea or something.Since we.