My breasts swing low and heavy across the soft fabric as one of his hands slides around and grasps my tender throat. His grip is firm and purposeful,...and I feel him tightening his fingers. As he squeezes, I can sense my whimpers gradually decreasing in volume. The curtains are completely open, and there are people visible in the building across the alley. I can see a man watching us from a room that is one floor higher than us. This is one of my favorite fantasies, to be fucked in a hotel. And making them pencil thin! How about making him pierce his ears, and wearing girly earrings? We could have permanent eye-liner tattooed around his eyes... He could be made to wear long false lashes... and maybe, we could get him a 'Brazilian' style bikini-wax... What do you think? Shall we do it? I think it would be great to do these things to him!" Karen suggested."It's a bit severe... but, it sounds like a plan to me!" Susan agreed. "It would certainly teach him a lesson!"There was a short. "That, my dear, would be your monthly paying you a visit." Did you say monthly?" I asked in confusion."Why yes. All women have them as will you." she said sensing my bewilderment. "You haven't realized that you are still a woman?"I began to cry. I hadn't noticed it at all. I had gotten so used to the feel of my female body and the sound of my female voice that upon waking up with them still in my possession, I never gave them a second thought. "I'm... still... a woman?" Yes, I thought you'd be. Did that mean I was a girl? At that point I felt like neither. Why could I not just pick one gender and be content with that? Just when I had decided to go home, throw away all of my girl’s clothing and rid myself of this confusing life, someone spoke to me. “Are you okay there?” A man sat down on the bench beside me. I guess any girl would consider him handsome. He was tall with a strong jaw and muscular arms, wearing a tight, black shirt and jeans. I looked at him, still with the occational.