"You like wearing stockings, don't you? Boys usuallyprefer stockings," she giggled. Up to this point I had felt relaxed andalmost natural in my new cl...thes and my erection had subsided. But now Ifelt a tingle in the end of my dick and a slight stiffening at thereminder that I was a boy in skirt, panties and stockings.I found that Annabel sitting opposite me was on the same course as I was.She had started an engineering course, but had found it too difficult,had re-enrolled and was starting. Rachel, his lover of two years, had been behaving odd lately. Starting with a memorable kitchen romp where she had bestowed him the name Daddy, she'd been dropping hints, both subtle and glaring, of needing something different from him. There were other changes from the successful executive. She had traded her usual attire for more girlish items easily mistaken as items from the juniors department, which showcased her ample cleavage and long legs. Her makeup applied heavier to accentuate. Why should she make herself beautiful to do that?Arlene stammered when Sam Carter, not Barbara, opened the door. Wasn't he supposed to be at work? Wordlessly, he left the door open for her, and she followed him through the entrance hall and into the living room.He looked like he had a hell of a hangover. He was wearing a wrinkled robe, tied loosely around his waist. His hair was in shambles. His eyes were red and not fully open."I came to see Barbara," Arlene announced coolly, remembering how. “I guess fill it with regular, and check the oil,” Dexter answered.He handed his credit card over to the young man.“If you’ll open the door to the gas tank, and release the hood, we’ll get right to it,” the young man said.Dexter did as directed and watched the young man go to work. The other young man came over and checked the oil. The young man closed the hood of the car. He came around to Dexter’s window.“Your oil is a quarter of a quart low, Sir, but you might consider getting it changed.