I tried to pinch myself, but no difference.It occurred to me that if I wasn't dreaming, I was in trouble. Could Itell anyone I wasn't this girl? Who ...ould believe me? And even if by somemiracle someone believed me, what could they do? I somehow doubt anybodyknows how to do a soul transplant.For that matter, I wasn't sure where my real body was. If my soul was inher body, was she in mine? Or is my body in the morgue?I decided I was going to have to try and calm down. I tried to rememberwhat. ..Reached down and slid my slippery hand down over the head, and down the shaft.(just to let you know, my toy is about 7" long, with a girth of about 2", very realistic and beautiful head on it)Now with the toy now ready, perched on the wall, just level with my butt. I took my slippery hand and poured more lube between my butt cheeks (needless to say..very slippery now !) I turned around with my butt facing it, spread my legs, and slowly motioned myself back , as I leaned back, I first touched. "No", I said, "pull them off from under your dress right here." Well, that's just ridiculous;" she said, "I'm not doing that, someone might see!"I said nothing, continued my meal, and made no eye contact.About 10 minutes later, amongst some fumbling, she said "there, you happy?" while beginning to stuff her panties slyly and quickly into her purse. "I didn't tell you to do that, now hand them to me", and I held my hand out on the table. She looked from side to side and said "Really?, why?"I. My bladder was so full that you can definately see the bulge through the spandex. My friends didn't notice my worried looks or my cameltoe as they were too busy gossiping. "why are you so quiet?" they asked. "Um, I kind of have to pee... like kinda bad" I sheepishly admitted. I started shifting my weight from one foot to the other, like a subtle pee pee dance, and pressing my thighs tightly together. The pressure was getting worse and I could feel my pee right near the edge, I was clenching and.