They left the next morning but fortunately for me, Edward and Amelia stayed over at the house several other times. Each time, Amelia looked sexier and...sexier, coming over clad in leather dresses, black lace, plaid miniskirts and other shocking outfits. It was like a Gothic fashion show or something. I tried to make conversation with her, but I never got the feeling Amelia wanted to talk to me. That was all right, though, because I would usually just fantasize about her and jerk off or fuck my. I looked at him sheepishly also felling a slight arousal in my pants, as he continued, saying that I must not tell anyone but he thought that I was rather very attractive and could easily be desired by older men, in fact I at times turned him on, like woman did. He moved closer to me, I looked at him and also moved closer to him as he placxed his arm around my sholders and pulling me toward him kissed me on the lips, I hesitated and sighed whispering ohhh mmmmm as Rex again kissed me this time. I never realized how hard it is for women to go through this asoften as they do. I will not treat someone like that anymore when I amback to being Kyle.Kylie learned several lessons on being a woman. She learned that periodsare not fun to go through. She now had to take longer to get ready foreverything. Putting on make-up took a lot of time; also styling yourhair. Putting on all the fancy lingerie also took time. She missed howeasy it was to get dressed as a male.Luke meanwhile, was. That tugged at me.What were my stakes? I took a deep breath and looked around my apartment. It was pretty empty, I realized. Not as spartan as Steve's bedroom, but still. Utilitarian furniture accumulated in bits and pieces through my college years. The scatter of books and papers and a few houseplants. My prized hockey possession—the autographed Joe Sakic jersey from the 2001 Stanley Cup Championship Season hanging framed on the wall. I wondered what Red Wings memorabilia Steve had tucked.