Not all the time,Just when SHE wants me to be. This is not a full time transformation forme she is interested in. This is about ME doing whatever girl...sh thingSHE wants me to do, whenever SHE wants it to happen.I am an average heterosexual male. Have all the requisite parts, infunctioning order. I have always enjoyed my maleness and her femaleness.I may be a little on the metrosexual side of the scale. I actually enjoygoing shopping. By myself. And with Annie. I know she values my opinionsas. UNGGGGGGG!!!!!!" her pussy contracted around my probing tongue, her juices gushing out of her, pouring down my throat. Everything in the world ceased existing outside of her vagina and the swelling I felt in my chest knowing that I was helping bring her to an orgasm. Her body went slack as I continued slurping and sucking ever ounce out of her I could, my hand still rapidly stroking my cock, trying to hold back my own orgasm. Eventually she gently pushed my head back and looked down at me, my. It took me quite a while to come down and, when I did, I realised that Charlie was stroking my hair."Are you OK?" he asked, his voice full of concern."I'm fine, honey. Couldn't be better." That was a bit intense," he said. "You looked like you were crying at the end. But, mum, you're a very sexy woman." Thank you, kind sir," I replied. "You're pretty sexy yourself." I'm too small to be sexy," Charlie muttered."Small! What do you mean, small?" I said in amazement."My thingy, it's only fifteen. He told her that if she had any problems while I was gone that she could call on him and then he asked her if she would care to join him for dinner that night. She had hesitated a moment and then had said no, that she didn't think she should, but Toby kept talking to her and eventually she said yes.Dinner was great and Toby was a good conversationalist and Monica was enjoying herself. Toby kept her margarita glass full and Monica did not notice that they seemed to get stronger as the night went.