By Zvogel For my last birthday Maggie surprised me by telling me she will fulfil one of my fantasies, shes arranged a for a portfolio of studio photos...of her, you know the usual type, given a makeover, dressed in a sexy dress and posed in provocative poses. As it s my birthday treat, if she has the bottle, some topless pics as well, I dropped her off at the studio. Pick you up in an hour, enjoy your self, Love you . I say. She smiles back at me and blows a kiss. The first 20 minutes or so. I am, after all, a knuckle dragging, swinging dick, dyed in the wool male who loves females. There is the rub!If I was to come back as a lesbian I'd first and foremost be born a girl. Girls are raised to be nice and demure and feminine. I like feminine girls. I don't like dykey girls, girls with muscles and gruffnesses and rough hands. I like my women soft and feminine and nice smelling. Girls have girl friends before they have boy friends, and they whisper and share secrets and giggle a. I entered the middle one and the attractive man came in as well. I wondered why he hadnt gone in the other two elevators but when he said thank you I realized he was just being thankful for letting him in. Youre welcome. I told him, my face blushing as I watched his eyes travel down to my perky breasts. I pressed the button to my floor and the man pressed the one above it. The few seconds that we spent in the elevator, the man did nothing but stare at my breasts and his eyes falling on my mini. We didn't have sex that night, butinstead had contented love for each other. We both knew that the day's encounters werenot something to be repeated, and our relationship had been changed because of them. The next morning we were up early, refreshed from a good night of sleep, We were a two day ride from our destination, and the third would bring classes for me at UCB. We had to keep going, we had to avoid interruptions like the day before. We packed up everything,climbed onto the hog and.