Andrea just simplycalled me greta here and greta there and I mostly kept my mouth shut,nodded or tried to answer with an almost whisper. So I ended up...withfour dresses, half a dozen skirts of different lengths, also half adozen womens slacks most with no pockets and some with a backzipper.Further she bought me four new purses, several necklaces and braceletsand a few sets of earrings including chandelier earrings. I left thestore of course wearing womens slacks. My mens pants ended up in. . it would be quick, painless. I almost exercised that option along with taking care of Phil, but decided I could work around you." Well now you're not going to have to ... I made a promise to your godfather Tony that the day you took the reins, I'd let go of them." The old man took off the ring that had rarely left his finger since his own father had put it on him just before he died. It was a simple silver band, widening out to contain a piece of granite with a rough and crude carving of a. He gently pulls my leg back up onto the dressing room seat. He reaches under my skirt and down my soaked panties, smirking. "Looks like you might want to grab an extra thong".Before I can say a witty remark he pushes the vibrator right onto my clit. My legs shake and I feel my breath stop. Oh god does it feel good!" How does this one feel?" He says to me, no longer mocking me, his tone husky. I buck my hips forward and moan, words don't form in my mind.As suddenly as it had started, it stops.. Asbizarre as it sounded, I suddenly couldn't remember what sex was likewhen I was Scott. All I could remember was sex as a woman. I had alltypes of memories running through my mind. Foreign memories, but theyfelt like my own. I remembered the first time I can kissed a boy (sixthgrade, Bobby Johnson, I was so nervous and he bit my lip), I rememberedthe first time that Pete and I kissed, at my door as he was dropping meoff from our first date, and I remembered the first time Pete and I.