“Oh my GOD, what ARE you guys doing?” She quickly closed the door and started laughing hysterically. “Samantha, were you giving Brian a present!... It’s not HIS birthday!”“I was just looking!” Samantha screamed. Then she looked at the door and quieted her voice. “Don’t you know how to knock?”“Really, she was just looking!” I said, finally getting my pants up around my penis. “It was my fault.”“No, I WANTED to see, Brian,” Samantha said.Mary was still laughing uncontrollably, her face red, and. Alyana let the water splash over her body as she rubbed the shower gel overher soft, teenage flesh. She imagined Jane, her nakedness, showering hereevery day and her arousal grew further. She had been attracted to womenfor as long as she could remember. She wondered when she would get thechance to live out her fantasy.When she had finished she dried off and walked to the bedroom naked,leaving the towel in the bathroom.As she walked in Jane was sitting in front of a mirror combing her. "I'll take it off tonight, don't worry." When she was done, shereached over and honked the horn. A few minutes later Joey came back and wewere on our way to pick up Alan. He was standing on the corner, frayed jeans,scruffy sneakers, and a tie-died T-shirt under his faded denim jacket. Lisahopped out of the back seat and into the front when Joey stopped the car.Alan slid in, a smile on his face. "Long time." He slid closer and kissed me.I almost fainted.There was no confusion now, I wanted Alan. " She smiledweakly. "I don't think Michael really suits you now." I smiled back."What I mean is that I think I believe your story. I want to believeyour story, but part of me still sees a woman in front of me. That'sthe reality, Michael. You're a woman. I don't think that even somekind of DNA match or fingerprint or whatever would make me completelybelieve that you're Michael, because of the woman in front of me." But, Jan," I pleaded, "I am Michael." You are. But I can't kiss a woman,.