He had made the decision in hisbrain that if the suit worked he'd have to go through with it. If it madehim look like some crazy drag act he would rin... James and call the wholething off.He had eventually gotten himself into the suit, but it hadn't been easy.He initially tried without the waist nipper, but when he pulled up thesuit and tried to do it up; he found that it was impossible. He'd spentsome time debating with himself whether being a woman for a week wasworse than failing to go and. So feel free to weigh in, most Constructive Reader, let me know what you do and don't like. Shoot me any ideas or directions you might have. They have certainly helped in the past and I welcome the interaction.Full disclosure; I am considering moving some of my writing to other online platforms. All open-access and free-to-read, of course. The stories published here will be my unwitting test material as I check out different sites by posting them there. Otherwise, have fun. I'll drop writers. “What’s up, dude?” Paul asked casually, his voice heavy with sleep.“I uhhh, man, came over to get you.” I felt like the dumbest guy in the world in that moment. My brain ran a short circuit, there must have been smoke coming out of my ears.I looked over at him, then, and the expression on Paul’s face was a confused mess. His cheeks were as red as mine, if not more so. His eyebrows furrowed, his posture defensive. He had pulled the blankets over his midsection, covering his morning wood from. " I blush slightly at the way she said the last bit, but Jaime doesn't seem to take any notice."Sure, why not?" I reply. With that, Jaime and I head to the women's shower; basically two rooms, the first containing a number of lockers and benches which then lead into the showers, an open room with a number of shower stalls. Jaime's and my lockers are on a few lockers apart, so I'm able to watch Jaime undress out of the corner of my eye. Her body glistens with sweat, making my already moist pussy.