Being careful to make as little noise as possible both girls treaded softly across the room to the stairs. Stepping up the stairs slowly and silently,...they stopped at the top."Which room is his?" Cindy whispered, taking another quick sip of her drink."That one down there," Amanda told her, pointing to Greg's room, "do you still want to see if he is in?" Sure," Cindy smirked with false bravado.Clasping Cindy's hand in hers, Amanda tiptoed down the hallway, until they both stood outside of the. My mum woke me the next morning. She had been out earlier “to get more normal day clothes” she said. Phew at last I thought. But my optimism was short lived. Most of the bags were pink so I sensed this wasn’t just a bad dream. “Put your wig on quickly before David sees you!” my mum scalded me. “What…” whatever I thought. My mum pulled out a multi pack of three bras, white, pink and lemon, again padded but with minimal lace on them, a relief of sorts I thought. But still “my own” bras!They. Just as a woman and I can kiss passionately, feel our knees get weak and fall back on the bed and have very hot sex, I get the same feeling when I do it with a man. I am that way to this day. I much prefer men who are not afraid to be intimate and passionate and let down the male barriers that usually prevent romance, intimacy and passion. It is actually a faux-romance, faux-passion which I can switch off and then on again when we next meet. It's the heat-of-the-moment type thing. I have no. Oh, I almost forgotyour earrings!" She searched her purse and pulled out a little purplevelvet pouch with a pair of elegant white-gold earrings in a pineappledesign, very heavy, and clipped one to each of my ears. "These, mydear, are definitely not a gift! They were my mother's, and you can usethem only until we get your ears pierced."I didn't even bother to argue with her. I was a helpless pawn in thisgame of feminine transformation. The sooner I accepted it, the lesspainful it would be. .