A few days later I returned to my apartment from a day of classes and saw to my surprise 15 messages on my answering machine. Wow, who has been trying...to reach me? I played them back. First one was from my mother. Next my boyfriend confirming plans to meet that night. Then the next thirteen calls were all from him. His name was Jim. Each one he told me that I was his woman. I belonged to him. We were soulmates. He knew when he first laid his eyes on me. He had to have me. I will admit at first. “I think it’s time to have some fun, don’t you?” Shelia asked.Sandy nodded her head. I began my spiel directed at Sandy.“Sandy, darling, you look simply marvelous,” I told her, “I’ve really been looking forward to this, and I know Bob has as well. You are going to make two men very happy this evening. And I think we’re going to make you happy as well.”That elicited a little smile from Sandy.“First thing I want you to do, honey, is to unbutton your dress and let us look at your gorgeous. He felt it's cold wetness pressed against his cheek and neck. Fearing that he knew what he would see, Dan looked down. His sleeveless T-shirt had become a bikini top, and contained two impressive breasts. Below the strange swellings were a perfectly flat stomach, and a tiny bikini clad mound. The mound had the hint of a vertical division contained within it. The legs that ran down from there were long, slender, and well toned, ending in tiny feet. Dan felt the world spin around him. He thought. What I had done. . . .To Brian. I washed and got out of the shower and dried off. I leaned against the sink and looked at myself in the mirror. I expected to see the shame on my face, expected to see regret, guilt in my eyes. But I saw none of that. As much as I don t want to admit it, all I really saw in the mirror was a woman that had had the first real orgasm shes had in years, a woman who really wanted to have another one. What I really wanted, deep down, was to find out what it would feel.