The sissy has thrown away all her male underwear and socks at this point. She has not bought any male clothes in ages but her outer layers still consi...t of male clothing. She only pretends to be a male for as short a time as possible, then quickly comes home to throw of her disgusting male clothes and dress in proper, beautiful, clothes that a female like her should only be wearing. Even if she wanted to go back to being male at this point, she cannot because she looks and feels so much better. Nicola told me to sit next to Simon on the sofa as she had promised him a lap dance. To this day, I do not know what was said whilst I was out of the room but Nicola always insisted that it was only a lap dance that had been discussed and she thought that was all it would be. So I eagerly took my place on the sofa and she started to dance in front of us. She danced for a few minutes before eventually taking her top off to reveal her beautiful 36dd’s at which point Simon tried to grab them. . ” Her eyes suddenly lit up and the excitement was evident in her voice as she said quickly, “Westmouth! When we’re both in Westmouth come September! Maybe we could ... Maybe we could get a little place. I’d pay for it, you know I’ve got the money, or will have by then. I know that freshers usually stay on campus, but...” She stopped just as suddenly as she started. “I’m getting ahead of myself, aren’t I? You might not even want to—”I cut her off with a kiss. Not one of our passion-filled. It took supreme effort to screw up enough courage to speak in her presence. Because of her looks, I’d placed her on a pedestal. But she had been the one to show me just how stupid that kind of thinking was. Corrine wasn’t some otherworldly goddess, she was just Corry. My friend. After I got to know her, no pretty girl would ever intimidate me again. “Hey Ian?” she whispered, “I’m really glad I agreed to be in your horror movie.” “Me too.” She planted a delicate kiss on my cheek, squeezing her.