He searched for a name, came up empty. He wanted to talk to her, but thought she must have someone coming for her and didn’t need another rube seemi...g to hit on her. She caught him looking, and hesitantly smiled, then looked away. He bit the bullet.“Ride late coming? Can I take you anywhere?” He tried to sound cool, but she was a knockout, and his voice cracked a bit.Jenny fidgeted , “Do you know town? Is there a Y a person can go to? I left in a bit of a hurry and I thought it would be easy. I slip off my boxers and lay there totally nude, caressing myself. I replay especially pleasurable memories in my mind, images of you in sexy positions that were unplanned; leaning over as you shrug off your bra at the end of your workday, your tits hanging down, finally free of the bra. Your robe falling open accidentally to reveal a nipple as you lean over to grab some makeup in the morning. And replaying some sexy positions that were planned; straddling me as I lay on my back, leaning over. She attended classes at the local junior college in town. She was a very easy going, likable young woman that honestly did not know how hot she was. She was one of those girls that did not give any thought to it. She was slim, tanned, and had legs that seemed to go on for miles. She was definite eye-candy. And she almost was my relationship’s demise.I finished my shower and stood in the bathroom drying off. When I was finished, I hung the towel up on the towel rack and well, thinking that me. He even practiced sitting on the commode to urinate, as a girlwould, since he would be using women's restrooms when he was dressed asa girl.He practiced speaking into a tape recorder and seeking to make his voicemore feminine; the more he did it, the more he felt he succeeded.To get in the mood, he would put on panties, a bra, and a camisole,while tying his hair in a ribbon and putting on lipstick and eyeliner.He admired himself in the mirror, realizing as he had done so oftenrecently that his.