And that's the point, as I understand, isn'tit? To show her who you are now. And that's not the way you dress. It'snot who you are. What's more, it's ...ot what makes you comfortable, andI'd have to think that if you're uncomfortable, it's only going tocommunicate itself to her, and make her that much more uncomfortable aswell. I think you should be yourself. Let the chips fall where they may.If she doesn't accept you in a skirt or dress, she isn't likely toaccept you any more in a pair of. As next day early we had planned to move. Tent had entrance from both side. So we decided to make girls sleep at the centre of the tent. Three guys will sleep at one entrance & two on the other entrance. Neetu adjusted her so that she was now going to be on one of my side. I just could not sleep thinking that Neetu was sleeping next to me.At around 1 am I felt Neetu’s hand on my chest. I opened my eyes & saw that Neetu was looking at me for my reaction. I signaled her without speaking to wait. .'Hey Bob, are you jacking off in there? Paula wants to know!' was a typical comment from Tom, and I would usually answer right back, sometimes even telling them when I was going to get off.In addition to being a renowned fighter,Tom was very popular with the ladies, due in part to his huge cock (11 inches, per Paula) and also because he was fearless when flirting with women in the bars.And while he was as masculine (and scary) as they come, he had told me privately once about a weekend tryst. My walk to the train station was a blur. Lascivious fantasies filled my head, causing me to make a wrong turn more than once. Once gotten my head out of the clouds and found the subway station and safely boarded the train car that would take me to the University, I couldn't help but look around at all the different women sharing the carriage with me. Not surprisingly, I was the only male riding today. All pregnancies were now asexual, so if a woman could, she chose for her child to be female..