To be a girl, or be myself was thequestion. I felt torn in two directions at once, and I had no answers.I had never once in my life dressed up as a gi...l until mom suggestedit, yet when I saw myself that first time, it was as if a light wenton. Now, as I slowly drove home, I wondered if this would have happenedearlier, say when I was twelve, if I had dressed up then that is.Last Saturday I had willingly dressed myself up to look real nice,shocked my dad, then kissed my best friend, all without. Her moan rushed from her lips and dropping her hands to his shoulder she began to rise and fall fucking him with long slow movements. One word escaped her throat. "Ryan...."When she said his name in that husky voice, Ryan all but died. His heart was beating rapidly and if she kept up this pace he was going to come faster than winter. He grabbed her hips and held on. The way she was moving was driving him insane and the way her muscles clenched him, dragging him deeper inside her were going to. She was small like me, with a nice body, short dirty blond hair,, and glittering blue eyes. She was a little odd in that she was wearing clothes that completely covered her arms and legs. Every inch of her skin was covered, with small gloves on her hands that tucked into a long sleeved top. She wore trousers that tucked into socks, with a pair of boots laced tightly on her feet. When someone asked about the gloves, she shyly mentioned a skin condition then carefully adjusted her clothing to. "Don't try it."He then leaped off the counter, bounded up from the floor, and landed awkwardly on the table's smooth surface. Ignoring his momentary lack of grace, he ate vigorously from his dish.I went to my office and called Connie."Tell me everything, Bitch." She was instantly disappointed, far more than Kane.I gave a full run-down of the day's mishaps. Kane plopped himself down in the doorway, his keen hearing no doubt recognizing the alpha female's voice. At first she gave me credit for.