After a few seconds, Ijust dropped the spatula and put my arms around him, hugging him back.I buried my face in his shirt and began to cry, softly. Er...c madecomforting noises and tried to get me to stop, hugging me even harder."Holly," he whispered in my ear. "Come on, it's okay, it's okay. IEXPECTED this. I was hoping for it! It's the BEST way to find out aboutyour new body and what it's capable of, and it IS fun, isn't it? Imean, you did orgasm, right? Jeeze, I HOPE you did! OH man, Holly,. There must have been a rash of births or people enquiring about certificates, for the certificate did not arrive until Monday of the following week.The letter was waiting for me in my pigeon-hole when I returned from work on Monday evening. I had to confess to some excitement. What would I find?Something unexpected in column one! I was born in a house on Castle Foregate, not the Royal Salop, as Maurice’s investigators had said.My name was David, well, I knew that!The column for father’s name. David strode forward in a pale blue shirt and the jeans he was wearing earlier, straight to the driver whom he paid. He opened the door for me and took my hand to help me out. I could hardly breathe, he looked so good. His blonde hair was messy and disheveled, the top button of his shirt open. The cab drove away and he led me through the hotel doors, thanking the doormen. I was blushing furiously, they probably knew exactly what I was here for, and after all, it was 03:20am on a Thursday. Though after all, we think we are, so it makes sense, doesn't it? Don’t slow down please, keep thrusting. You keep banging perfectly, head on right on that spot. You’re going to make me come so soon. Arching my hips towards myself, I move my hand that was on my breasts to my clit. I start dancing over it with my fingers, moving with such ease. They know exactly what to do, working me closer to that beautiful orgasm I so desire. Oh fuck, wait, I want to use a toy! One second, let me grab one..