I knew with a certainty that in my future time existence in the twenty-first Century, That locale was of extreme importance again in the never-ending ...ar on terrorism and struggle against Islamic Jihad. The road from Tripoli to Benghazi was littered yet again with the bodies of the dead. They, once again were both Libyan and foreigners with an even mix of armed combatants and innocent civilians. One might speculate that this was simply an unfortunate coincidence, but I take a suspicious view of. Both of us slightly drunk, a little high & very horny as we always were walked to the car with thoughts of how we'd fuck each others brains out in just a little while. I watched her sundress jiggle as a teal thong did very little for restraining all that ass. We gave each other flirtatious looks on the route to the highway & once cruising I told her to take those panties off so I could play with that kitty. No hesitation & she was completely naked, seat reclined, feet on the dash & ready for. It was strangely comforting to be restrained like that and have my choices taken away. Her arm lifted, her body shifted slightly and she launched back into it.CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!She was alternating cheeks, really snapping her wrist on impact. It's hard to imagine how painful someone slamming a piece of wood into you is until it's happening, but I was definitely getting the picture. It was funny, but I thought beforehand that sure it would sting, but as I knew there wouldn't be. As much as I wanted to deny it, mom was right. I did look like a girl.I guess I probably could have put my foot down and said absolutely noway would I do this, and maybe, if I was lucky, make it stick, but as Istood there looking in that mirror, something came over me. I took inthe vision in that mirror, and realized that what I had felt before wasmy own femininity. It was no longer a question, and as strange as itsounds, my newly acquired femininity had reached out and bit me, righton my ego..