I'd never thought about it, tell you the truth." They certainly feel nice. Nicer than my stuff." I think you're hinting at something. Are you tell...ng me you'd like to wear things like that?" Hmmmm, maybe." You don't mind the idea of wearing things that were meant for girls?" Hmmm, no not really. It's not like someone else is going to see them." Well then, if you're serious, maybe I'll get you some Boo-Boo."She placed the last of the whites into the washer and added laundry powder and. She then shifted her weight onto her right buttock, tipping herself over a little and then lifting her left thigh slightly off the chair. She traced the line of her skirt with the fingers of her left hand, freeing the hem from under her and letting it fall behind the back of the chair. Before she dropped her bottom back onto the seat she worked her left hand under her now slightly elevated thigh, pushing it under herself, the girl working her fingers toward the aching dampness in between her. Terri was wearing a short jacket that was open and he could see a sweater under it. She had on a plaid skirt and kept up the conversation. Bob asked about Randy and she said that was water under the bridge and preferred not to discuss it. If that was her feeling on the matter it was okay with Bob as he thought Randy was never a 'tree of owls.' Randy in breaking up with Terri confirmed Bob feelings about Randy's intelligence.Terri showed Bob to the family room and turned on TV. She asked him. Over the last several months these sensations began to intensify into prolonged full-blown orgasms, repeating over and over, sometimes disabling me in public places. With each new wave of orgasm, there was an increase in subtle but perceptible internal physical change. My body was changing, but into what? My fears would always come to the surface any time I felt pleasure or pain levels rise above my ability to comprehend them. Was I changing into something I wanted or was there something else.