Still, I liked what I saw, even if it did look a little feminine lately, what with the hair and all. I'd kept up the tinting. The style and color ...grew on me and besides, Mom was footing the bill. I suppose I didn't mind looking nicer than the other guys at school.It had been, oh, 8 months or so since I'd found that web site and I have to admit that I had come to enjoy those stories and all the devious ways boys became girls. Once in a while I even read an "R" rated one. They were racy. He lay with his left arm over her left arm, he put his left hand on her hand and pressed her hand tighter against his chest. He pushed back a little with his hips, to feel her mostly limp penis press against him. They both cherished the closeness.As they lay there, she so wanted to fuck him then and there and very loudly, but knew that they were not alone in the house. She moved the fingers of her left hand slightly, trying to feel for his nipple, hoping that her small action would lead him to. ‘I assume they have not. You would need to eat quite heartily to maintain such a strong body, I would imagine. Would you care to dine with me again? I usually don’t indulge in such a feast as we had last time but it can be arranged if you wish.’ ‘I would rather starve than spend another evening in your company,’ he said defiantly. ‘Now you’re insulting me. I thought we had a rather delightful evening. I know I certainly enjoyed it.’ She looked at him for a moment. ‘What if I promise to behave. "There, now we cango." Cindy said as she pulled Phil back down stairs. They stopped shortof the front door while Cindy looped her purse over her shoulder andpicked up the keys. Phil stood there, quiet, unmoving, paralyzed fromfear. Cindy knew her little game could only go as far as the frontdoor. Still wanting to hold her charge on a thin string, she gave himone final order. "I'm going out to my car, if you're not in the backseat in five minutes, you're in deep, deep trouble for.