“I suppose ghosts don’t need to sleep, do they?” He asked as he ended his tour with his bedroom.“No Master, I mean Marek, I don’t need to sl...ep.” He heard Heather chuckle, “Would you believe it took me over a month to realise that I didn’t need to sleep every night. It’s such a habit that you just do it without thinking. But I would like to lie with you if you don’t mind.”Marek laughed and after a moment of fumbling got his arms around the invisible woman and hugged her tightly, he heard her. But we wereusually home together and I had put my cherished stockings, heels,blouses and skirts in storage. I used to think about them during sexwith my lovely wife. Just seeing her aroused me but there was an extrakick when picturing myself in a bra, garter belt and stockings duringthe act. It was frustrating not to be able to fulfill that fantasy.June was experiencing frustration of her own. I'm short and slim likeher, which is great for pretending to be a girl. But I also have verysmall. There is somebody already in the warm water, floating around at the far deep end. And by my feet I make out a heap: two shoes, socks and a skimpy dress. Even better: I've got some female company tonight - that would be exciting! I pull my shirt over my head, struggle out off my pants and throw them all onto the same heap of clothes. Then I silently slide into the pool and begin my refreshment swim with a long cool dive. The woman is a girl, and she isn't all pleased about me joining her. Her. "So I'm right too. It wasn't just resentment. A cock like yours can bring out the girl in any man, I bet!"She grinned at me and went on. "Well, a Makeover is what I wanted for him, and that's what happened! If he looks like a woman, and sucks cock like a woman, and fucks like a woman, what do we call him?" She turned to me, while I just lay there. My legs were still high in the air and my ass was still impaled by Hal's cock, which hadn't yet deflated enough for me to slide free of it. .