"Did I do good" she asked."Sure honey, you know you can do whatever you want to do, whatever makes you happy" I told her.I had closed the station and ...e headed downtown to cruise for awhile, we pulled into a parking lot and Pamela started talking to four guys that looked like they were in their forties. "Those guys want me to come to the one guys house so they can fuck me, I told them I would but you had to come too , I told them you like to watch me get fucked" she giggled. The next thing I. The sound of a toilet flushing sounded faintly from down the hall and, then, high-pitched squeals of laughter. I became aware of a slight change in the air and very slowly, I turned my head towards where I instinctively knew there now stood someone or something. Although I could not see, I did notice the charge of electricity that caused the fine hairs on my arms to stand on end. I had never felt such a strong reaction to anything or anyone. The feelings intensified when a voice broke the. "The shock of the words was enough to make Joseph calm down a little.After a few moments he spoke,"So my memories of you as Paul... they're real?" Yes, they're real." What happened?" Well, last year, I asked Santa for a pussy for Christmas. Did Santa tellyou that only girls have pussies?" He said something like that, yes. I said I wanted one anyway." What I didn't know was 'pussy' is also a word for a girl's vagina. Sowhen I woke up last Christmas, I was a girl. It looks like the same thinghas. Jensen’s pee. It was the only one I had.I walked out to the pool. Ms. Jensen was lying on a pool recliner. No other chairs were around. “Put your towel on the ground next to me.”I laid it out on the ground next to the lounge chair. “There is a bottle of suntan lotion on the table, go get it and put some on me, please my dear little pet.”I walked over to the table and got the lotion, and I then noticed no one else was at the pool. I walked back over to Ms. Jensen, she was lying face down. I put.