She pulled my dress off and over my head, I was convinced she had done this before, and then remained her hold over me! This time kissing further down...my body, kissing my nipples over the fabric of my bra. She must have read my mind because she fumbled at the clip of my bra. I arched my back to aid her and after a while she finally managed to undo me. Maybe she hadn't done this before! At first she teased me. Kissed everywhere around my nipple and breast before finally licking both my hard. Being female was now my natural way, and I discovered that I thought less and less like my old self. Where I earlier had no problem hurling down beers or burping out loud I now found myself slightly disgusted by this kind of behavior. I even made teasing remarks when he was being rude. Still, for the most part my friend behaved when he was near me, and acted like a gentleman. Whether it was because he saw me the same way, or if he just valued my sexual rewards, I didn’t know, but I loved being. There was something incredibly strange about the stage. In the background of the stage were gleaming white metal pieces. The metal pieces were torn, fragmented and scarred and they were undoubtedly from a spaceship. As strange as that was to see, it was the arrangement of the chairs and tables on the stage that was the strangest. It reminded me of the bridge of a spaceship. Ship bridges looked pretty much the same no matter the size of the ship and this stage was unmistakably a bridge.I turned. Lockwood said, pointing to the center of the room. They both got behind the screen and undressed. The threw each other an encouraging glance and stepped from behind the screen. It helped that everybody there had seen Rebecca entirely and Alison almost entirely naked already. “Now, I have thought about an appropriate pose for you. Given that Rebecca has clearly been whipped and beaten” (it was true, the signs of Rebecca’s recent ordeal were still obvious), I thought we might entitle the painting.