She was on the fence about whether tobelieve it or not. What puzzled her was the paper: the fact that itwouldn't tear. If it was true and that Paul wa... becoming a girl, itcertainly made things awkward for her. She loved Paul enormously andcouldn't bear to lose him. Even so, it wasn't all a loss, was it? Shestill found girls sexually attractive, so continuing the relationshipshouldn't be a problem? It was though, not for her, but for herparents. They were overly glad to see her in love with a. "Could you rub my clitoris?" Mum asked, "I love it being touched. It really does wind me up a couple of notches." Where's your clitoris?" I was forced to ask."It's the wee hard button at the top of my pussy lips." She replied, giggling.'So that's what it's called.' I thought and I continued lapping at her cunt lips and brought my hand up and rubbed her 'clitoris' firmly with the 1st two fingers. She was not exaggerating; this rubbing had her gasping and shuddering in an orgasm in a very short. He said he had put them on the bed. The girls could try them on and choose an outfit, after they ate."You would wait until I stuffed myself before you mentioned that, wouldn't you," Courtney muttered in a dire voice.We all laughed.After the meal, we men would be put to clearing the debris. The girls disappeared into the house. After a goodly amount of time, both of the women returned. They were transformed into 18th century woman of high fashion. They were breath taking, really. It was a shame. We were barely through the door before we were kissing, a burning urgency driving us into each other's arms. Suddenly, Donna broke the kiss and eyed me voraciously. "Strip," she ordered me simply."You too?" I whispered, but she shook her head."I want to fuck in my dress," she hissed, and I grinned in response, already shedding my suit. In a moment I was nude, and Donna eyed my body lustily, chewing on her sensual bottom lip. We kissed again, our tongues hot and adventurous, tasting each other.