I was a thirty-one year old divorced male with a good salary butsomehow I had slipped into this adventure. Seeing myself reflected inthe mirror it was...all I could do to resist dancing. I loved thenarrowness of my frame and arms. I wondered if Debbie would like tosleep with me now. Would Amy enjoy my new body and feminine manner? Mysubmissiveness was clear to me and Debbie had seen to it that I wouldforever love the sex woman can have with one another. I thought thatAmy had left me because I was. Next to "Give chocolates" was "Blowjobs from Allison", which also found itself in the meeting minutes and it spiraled out of control from there as the site manager approved the idea and Allison's own manager approved her time off from her current tasks.This dumb joke wouldn't die and was ruining her entire reputation. People were thanking her for her initiative in the hallways, and looked at her with creepy smiles. Were they seriously expecting this to happen? What a bunch of sad old perverts,. A prolonged female cry sounded in my ears as I plunged in to the water. III. The Solution The next day, Renee drove me home. She lived off campus, with her parents. She was my only access to a car (well, her and sometimes Jared). When she parked outside my dorm, she said to me, “why didn’t you help me clean up last night? I had been almost dozing off against the window. I’d gotten about three hours of sleep. “I dunno, Renee,” I said. “It was more you than me anyway.” “No, it was not more me. We smiled and nodded. Kathy added to the size of the bulge in his trousers when she said, "We enjoy having sex with each other. We enjoy it even more when we have an audience."He asked, "What about limits? What do you definitely object to?"I didn't lift my eyes from the foldout picture of the centerfold when I quietly responded, "No whips or chains ... or at least no whips. We aren't into pain."But then I looked over at Kathy and asked, "Are we?"She laughed and shook her head.I turned back to.