Ted and I worked together, played together and knew too much about each other not to be good friends. Carol and I were close. Not too close but about ...ight for a buddy's wife. If Ted and I hadn't been quite so close Carol and I might have done more but as it was we just teased a lot.I was just cruising around their home ogling all of the sexy good looking women when I literally ran into her. I wasn't paying too much attention to where I was going and then I collided with this body. Not hard, a. " Her smile is huge, and you're pretty sure that she's using her sexy voice. You take your seat and decide that this could be fun."I'm Julia," you say. Wow, that name came out of nowhere and was all too natural. A quick worry runs through you wondering what all else has changed with this new body. "Wendy," she replies holding out her hand. You take it in yours and kiss the knuckles. Her cheeks redden more than you've ever seen before."So she likes gallantry from men AND women," you think to. I hadn't realizedhow nice it was to let everything go and not have to worry aboutkeeping my hair, skin, and nails so neat and pretty. It was alsorelaxing not being tightly bound by girdles or waist cinchers or havingto walk in heels all the time. But to be honest after a week or so, Idid miss getting to be feminine occasionally. It was obvious that isreally a critical part of me and I couldn't imagine not doing itsometimes. On the flight back, as I sat in the plane scratching myscraggly beard I. We did not have each other’s phone numbers (I had my first cell phone then), real e-mail addresses, or text messaging addresses. We did not know each other’s last names, which I had always known on previous dates. I must have sent her one of my scanned photos, so she did know what I looked like.To top it off, I had no clue about how long this strange date was going to last. Was I going to spend the night in this cabin, or was I going to go home at two o’clock in the morning? Nevertheless, the.