Even with the wonderful experience yesterday, I wasn't surewhat would happen.I finally fell asleep, and instead of dreaming of seeing her in themirror... I realized I was wearing a dress. I looked in the mirror, andshe was there, but it was me. I had her hair, her face, everything.There was nothing masculine left. I could feel the weight of thebreasts that I saw on her chest that were also on mine. I had on abeautiful dress. It was a formal of some kind that reached to thefloor. It was. She was finally ready, wearing another of her vintage outfits: a line skirt and simple blouse with ‘sensible’ heels, and pantyhose. When she was ready and dressed, she hurried down and went to what she called the ‘Music Room’. He sat there and played the Gershwin, something from ‘Rhapsody in Blue’ with his eyes closed. He played for a bit and, when he stopped she said, with a sharp intake of breath: ‘Rafael,that was beautiful.’ ‘Wonderful instrument!’ he said, ‘It should be played.’ ‘I’m not. " He was handed a pair of pantiesby the feel and he slipped them up his naked legs shivering on hownaughty they felt. Once they were up the wizard's hands adjusted them.It was the strangest feeling. It was like there was nothing there andthey fit like a glove. He tried to feel, but the wizard prevented it byplacing a bra with fine lace in his hands. He put it on wondering onlyfor a moment how it was so easy to put on as the hands took over toadjust it. Something was slipped over his head. She pulled metowards her and we kissed once again.This time I was in for the shock."What was that for," I asked."I don't know," she said and smiled.She leaned in again and we sat there in the car as we continued to kiss.**That day was a turning point for us. Whenever we were alone, bet it herplace or mine or her car or wherever the hell it was that we could bealone and when no one was watching, we would always kiss. She was such agreat kisser. Every time we kissed my body would melt. My stomach.