The two of them and I stayed close friends for a year until they broke up and both moved away. I still call, email and write both of them.Still, even ...hough, and maybe because, I had moved and was living better, the Pandorian box that I had opened was more actual than ever before.I had certainly noticed that my new more feminine hairstyle had made me feel better and people acted differently around me. (Yes, I had also figured out that the four pairs of trousers from that one rack were women's. ”“And do you?” “Of course! How else am I going to get him to spank me?”“Does that mean that you’re going to go to work underwearless every day?”“I don’t know, what do you think?”“I think that you should, and I also think that you should wear short skirts and see-through tops.”“Oh goody, I want to please my boss and I like flashing people as well.”“Lucy, you are such a naughty girl, perhaps I should spank you as well.”“Only if I’ve been naughty.”“Of course, but how often do you do naughty. He put on the condom, and asked me to bend over which I did..He asked me if I ever been fucked before. I thought about it, and I was fucked but it was to long ago when I was younger. So I told him no.. He told me that it was going to hurt like hell, and then he pushed it into my ass. I was so shocked, it hurt more then hell. I told him to pull out because it hurt to much. He told me to relax, and that he would not pull out. I was scared, hurt. I pushed myself forward, and pulled his dick out of. A thing like this happened to me more than once in the twenty-first century, but, ironically, I found myself on the other end of the spectrum in the twenty-fourth. The pancakes and hash browns had a bittersweet taste the more I ate and the more I thought about Tabby Cat, but I finished the plate easily enough because, in truth, it tasted so damn good. Tabby Cat had returned to the kitchen area long before I finished my plate. I deposited my dirty dishes and cup into the usual receptacles.