I would guess that they were looking for other qualities; maybe stability, kindness, or strength of character. I would surmise that they valued those ...ttributes higher than those of mere physical attractiveness.That brings me to the point I wish to make. Why should I be so lucky? Why did I meet a strong and handsome man who is also kind and thoughtful? Unlike many women, I do not feel I deserve anything. I have gone through some very difficult times in my life. Over the last few years, I have. Us and the 183 men that you have fucked so far in the last two days."I heard him laughing as I hung up and fell onto the bed crying.I found myself dreaming. I was dreaming of men, of women. I was dreaming of fucking strange men in strange places. I was dreaming of women -- my husband's secretary and women in the choir -- my secretary. I started dreaming of watching a dog fucking one woman then coming over to me and fucking me. I remember all that went on in the dreams, not once did I climax. I. " I sang. My voice sounded just a little higher than it usedto, and it had a smoother softness to it, instead of the slight rasp I was usedto.I walked over to the mirror with the same stride I normally used. Except for thechanged hair, nipples, and pussy, I looked just like I had before when I hadbeen a man.I went into the bathroom and got a smaller mirror which I took into the bedroomwith me. Propping myself against the headboard with a pillow, I spread my legsand placed the mirror in front of. More importantly, he wanted to find out how she looked out ofthat dress and whether she was a moaner or a screamer. He made a broadgesture with his arm. "Please, do come in." Thank you." She smiled and walked past him. As she passed, she reached upand slid a finger along his cheek. "A moaner," she said with a giggle, "andthat's a very sexist thing to be thinking about a woman you just met." Who? how did you know what I was thinking?" He closed the door andfollowed her into his living room."As I.