"Patrick and Adrian had ascended the stairs to the commons, side by side,and had paused to catch their breath. Patrick looked . . . different.Short h...ir, as before, buzz-cut on the sides and with a flat top.Defiant look, unchanged. The changes in the face were not bad: Patrickwas neither identifiably female nor particularly male. In the shapelessbulges of the blue quilted ski jacket, it was impossible to discern thecontours of Patrick's body. The frat-mandated khaki slacks seemed. I call it a thousand watt smile which not only brightens the room but radiates heat like a furnace as well.I walked over to Jill and took her in my arms so I could kiss her. I placed a tender affectionate kiss on her lips and she kissed me back. I pulled her in close to me and she molded her voluptuous body to mine. We fit together so well it was as if we were one being. As I kissed her I noticed that she was slightly trembling. I couldn't tell if it was from fear or excitement. I would have to. She asked me to close my eyes and I was not ready to close. I said I did not ask you to close your eyes when I stripped, you can strip under the blanket.She did not have an option so slowly she stripped under the blanket and threw away all her dress. I asked why did she throw everything and how will I know whether she is completely nude. She said she is naked I said I can’t believe her and even I’ll check by touching her.She was smart enough. So she turned her back towards me and said OK. I. You will control how often you dance."I was wearing a silk white blouse, heels, and a short business skirt with a buttoned split on the side. It sounded exciting, we did not know anyone here. I smiled at him and almost in a laughing tone said, “Anything to cheer you up!" I then stood up and walked to the powder room. I finally found an unoccupied stall that was very clean, you cannot image how difficult it is to move about in a stall wearing heels; I wondered what the other women were thinking.