As we were packing my car up, she met Mikey who approved of my new friend. He stuck his nose right into her crotch, causing both of us to giggle. “O... my, what a beautiful boy you are. I know you can tell I have a pet pussy, but you have a beautiful bitch that needs you right now. It is very nice to meet you though. Now go home and give it to her all night for me and don’t let up gorgeous.” She said then giving him a quick tongue kiss goodbye. I thought I should be jealous, but I felt touched at. I got a room for us."She frowned, tilting her head. "For what?" What do think for what? So we can take our clothes off for a change."She fiddled with her hands in her lap, and looked out at the motel. She said, "Oh, I -- Listen, I don't know." What's wrong?" Well, this is so tacky." She looked at me, incredulous. "It's tacky. You really wanna do this?" You don't want to?" No!" She looked at the place again. She said anxiously, "Steven, I don't. I don't. It doesn't feel right. It's -- Nice. We question ourselves with "What's wrong with me?", knowing, but stillnot accepting the unthinkable cruelty of being in the "wrong body." Weare alone thinking that we are the only person alive who has this kind offeelings.We pray and ask G_d or another deity to change us or we try to use magicso what is between our legs finally matches our mind. Disappointed andfrustrated, we are still in the wrong body.We also get that "What's wrong with you?" "discussion" that is really aspeech, resulting. I asked how would you like to go home by cab or should I drop you on my bike. She said, “Can you drop me at home?” I was more than ready. She sat in my back seat and we zip zap zoomed.Just a few minutes later she said, “So do you want to really see what I was wearing under my dress?”“Hell yes!” was all I could reply. She hugged me tight and her breast pressed on my back. I turned my bike to the nearest hotel and we reached our room. We locked the door and now she walked past me brushing past my.