She already had a fairly short hairstyle, so with a littlegel, I was able to comb it into something resembling a man'scut. Even without any makeup, he... face was very feminine,though, but there wasn't anything we could do about that. Theshirt hid her breasts pretty well, I thought, but she lookedmuch, much less like a guy than I did as a woman. Somehow, Ifelt some pride in how well I had been transformed.We went downstairs, with me walking carefully as I negotiatedthe steps in my heels. I began. "Well…" "Come on!" he encouraged her, his hand in the small of her back to urge herforward, moving her that final step so that her thighs pressed against theside of the horse. "You could be a child once again, laugh with joy for once,rather than out of disdain." A little modestly, she said, "I would have to pull up my skirt. It is toolong, would get in the way of me sitting astride the saddle." "Or you could go naked perhaps?" Goncourt now bravely suggested. "Barebackriding? You could pretend. I was close then her mom woke up heading for the toilet. Oh shit! She quickly pulled the blanket over us and concealed ourselves while i'm still inside of her. I told her i'm so close but she said its ok to let it all out in her. With permission granted, i hugged her tight around her waist and angled myself deeper. All out it goes without any other thoughts. Spurts after spurts. I emptied myself deep in her. From being nervous and a little panicky, her mind was taken over by my considerable. What's going on?" Try not to worry, Mrs. Allen. She has been through a great deal in thelast 24 hours. Now let me check her out, okay?" he says.The woman stands up, gives my shoulder a little squeeze. "Okay," shesays. She looks at me. "We will get through this sweetie. Try andremember we love you." She leaves.The doctor puts a light in my eyes, checks out my head. "Well, physicallyyou seem like you are recovering. Now for the memory. What do youremember?"I think for a minute. Can I tell him I.