But it's not herdecision."Well if you can change back," Mark finally speaks. "Why haven't youbefore now?" Because I didn't want to end up in a permane...t coma Mark."Of course it was more complex than that, but that would do for him."Who?" Mark continues. "Who was Kimberley originally?"For a moment I thought I'd need the frying pan but I realized it wasactually a fairly intelligent question once I knew what he meant."No relation," I explain. "She was a vacuous ninny of a cheerleader.. “My pussy is so wet from watching you” She stated. She lifted her shirt over her head. She had nothing on underneath. “You want to fuck me?” You do don’t you? You want to stick that hard cock inside my wet pussy and fuck me, fuck me till you explode, huh? “Do it then!” She led him by his cock over to the patio. She threw the cushion from the chair on to the patio, laid back, spread her legs, and firmly said, “FUCK ME! I want that cock in me. Give it to me baby. FUCK ME! He knelt between her. He smiled and asked, "Give up?" Yes."He took a tissue wrapped package from his shirt pocket and handed it to me, releasing me and helping me to sit up. I opened it and saw a very tiny pair of panties. Colored red and mostly comprised of string, I understood he wanted to see me in them."Wait here," I said, and walked into the bathroom.I undressed and tried them on, tucking in my pubic hair and adjusting the fit. Nothing seemed to look right, so I grabbed a razor and shaved my pubes, leaving only. Blue boy's blouse had the same sleeves and bodice, but its neck was avery high collar extending to the very top of his head. It was securedin place with an impossible number of cute little buttons.Both blouses were tightly buttoned up the back with divine littlepearls.The boys had cute little while lace gloves, pretty matching beadedbracelets and carried in one hand a dainty matching hankie and in theother hand a tiny little satin bag, both held with limp wrists andgirlie-like bent.