She had a dim awareness of what had happened to her now. She must have been hypnotised at that class. It hadn’t been feminist pole dancing – it ...ad been a trap to lure in feminists and program degrading suggestions into their brains.How dare they, she thought – and then found herself pulling off her clothes, approaching the pole, and wrapping her legs and tits around it like it was her lover…Over the next few days, she fought her hypnotic suggestions hard, but it just resulted in her spending. Logic and maturity were supposed to prevail. But then he began to run out of hot water and he knew it was decision time.He emerged from his shower and suggested that they all go find some breakfast. They could talk there without being specific and yet communicate with one another, as long as they all knew what the subject was. There were few people in the cafe when they arrived, and they were able to talk for quite some time without the risk of being overheard. Bob inquired about the road. ..let her "use me"..and i love it.Some Sundays we carry on being Connie and Alice..Sometimes it's Jack and Lucy! We "Go with the flow" as it were! But a disater was heading our way one Saturday...my soon to be "ex wife" (And Lucy's mum) arrived and found us both dressed up.We'd been shopping,buying a few outfits,and were showing the other "gurl" them.She went crazy,started throwing things,calling us both hurtfull and disgusting names. Lucy burst into tears..and then my ex calmed down.She didn't. "I accept you invitation," Kim replied before any of us could say or doanything, and then gave us a look that said 'what'.We all looked at each other and shrugged. I felt the need for some comicrelief."So, who is going to be wearing the tuxedo then?" I snickered."Not me," Kim answered."Not me either," Brenda also said."This should be a very interesting dance, two boys going together one ofwhich is living as a girl, and two girls, one of which is also a boyliving as a girl," I said to lighten.