The truth is I always thought you were a pretty girl." She looks at me and smiles, before going back inside. I follow her in and we sit down. The even...ng continues as usual and I go home to my parents' house. I'm going to brush my teeth when I get a message on snapchat. "Are you home?" it is written on a picture where she takes a picture of the house. I answer "yes" and go to open the door. There she stands by to ask if it is okay if she comes in, she tells me that she thought the evening was. And there I learnt more about myself and the joy of exploring uncharted territory with my lover. In particular coming to appreciate the word switch, as I oscillated between baby girl and Miss Faith. But over time I noticed I more and more became Miss Faith.Everyone had told me that the New Year Eve’s fireworks on Sydney Harbor were on the must do list. So, even though we had only been dating for a few weeks, it was just assumed that Pixie and I would go together. And with food and drink in. He needed more information and practice before he could completely take over all the functions of this human brain.He secured the part of the brain he was currently inhabiting. Idly he explored, trying to find what tasted like memory centers. Locating some he explored and found a stash of information on the body he was inhabiting. His current resting position was in something called the prefrontal cortex. It had something to do with behavior, but wasn’t used all that much, which was why he was. I kissed her breasts and told her she was a pretty girl and a good girl as well. Her boobs were almost naked and a delight for me. My hands began moving up and down her skin. My voice was relaxing her. Slowly my hand moved from outside of her legs to inside and slightly up as well with each caress, until I was now inside her skirt touching her panties with only a very feeble and week fabric between her naked pussy and my fingers. My being gentle had removed all her worries and she was feeling.