They had spent hour after hour trawling from shop to shop trying on different clothes. They figured out the best way to choose which to buy would be t... let men choose for them, and to do that they made a game of it. Bridget would go into the changing room of the shop and try on the outfit, come out and do a twirl in full view to show Bern, and then they would look around to see how many men were leering at her. If they could count at least five, which wasn't hard, then that would be an outfit. She often wondered about genetic girls; did they feelthat indescribable silken thrill that precededclipping a suspender belt around a tiny waist? Didthey enjoy the same moist, gasping fantasies sheexperienced whenever she slipped a wisp of blackdenier along her thigh? Charise believed there wasnothing more sensual than stepping into a pair of Doirstockings, feeling the silk whisper along her cool,marble-smooth skin.She hung her jeans over a hanger on the clothing rack,then wandered back to her. I told him what entrance to go to and let him in. When we got back to the room Anne Marie was ready, sitting on the edge of the bed in her black see through nylon body suit with the hole in the crotch. Stephen stopped, smiled and looked at me and said “may I?”. I told him he may want to take his clothes off first and with that he kicked off his shoes, pulled off his shirt, dropped his pants and stood in front of my lover in just his socks and underwear. Usually Anne Marie likes to. On a quilted blanket of down we held each other without restraint, lost in each others gaze that we had dared not fall prey to in waking hours. For when else but in the forgiving shrouds of dream can one hope to know such perfection without the threat of madness. A timeless passage of hours held me within those eyes until I died to be born anew. My hand brushed hers and made a slow, deliberate ascension along her forearm and passed her elbow where my fingertips could grace to the soft parts of.