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Jane Calls the ShotsJohn's RetirementMoving an Important WitnessSurprise From Mother Nature

Jane Calls the ShotsJohn's RetirementMoving an Important WitnessSurprise From Mother Nature

The bedroom, like everything else, was gorgeous. I walked into the bathroom and it, too, was beautiful. For the first time in my life, I had to sit down to pee. When I finished, the toilet flushed noiselessly. I washed my hands and looked at my reflection in the mirror. I was the picture of femininity from the maid's cap at the top of my wig to my makeup, costume, nails, stockings and high heels. To see me, you would never have guessed I was or had ever been a boy. I walked back out to the...

The bedroom, like everything else, was gorgeous. I walked into the bathroom and it, too, was beautiful. For the first time in my life, I had to sit down to pee. When I finished, the toilet flushed noiselessly. I washed my hands and looked at my reflection in the mirror. I was the picture of femininity from the maid's cap at the top of my wig to my makeup, costume, nails, stockings and high heels. To see me, you would never have guessed I was or had ever been a boy. I walked back out to the...

As I stood there, I felt Stuart stand behind me, close enough to feel his warmth without actually touching. I glanced from the corner of my eye over my left shoulder to see him. Glancing around I saw that Lisa and Chris weren't in the room. Obviously sensing my apprehension, Stuart commented that they had both gone to the toilets. Aware that there would be only a couple of minutes before they returned, I relaxed gently backwards until our bodies touched. His left arm automatically came up...

As I stood there, I felt Stuart stand behind me, close enough to feel his warmth without actually touching. I glanced from the corner of my eye over my left shoulder to see him. Glancing around I saw that Lisa and Chris weren't in the room. Obviously sensing my apprehension, Stuart commented that they had both gone to the toilets. Aware that there would be only a couple of minutes before they returned, I relaxed gently backwards until our bodies touched. His left arm automatically came up...

"Do you want to get out of this dress?" The question woke me from my reverie."Do you think I should?" I whispered, not entirely sure that was the correct response and not entirely sure that was the correct response and not entirely sure I wanted to hear the answer."I think so. It's not one you want to mess up." he whispered in my ear.The lips left my neck and the arm moved from my stomach. I half turned seeing him still standing beside me. He reached out his hand and took my elbow, ushering...

"Do you want to get out of this dress?" The question woke me from my reverie."Do you think I should?" I whispered, not entirely sure that was the correct response and not entirely sure that was the correct response and not entirely sure I wanted to hear the answer."I think so. It's not one you want to mess up." he whispered in my ear.The lips left my neck and the arm moved from my stomach. I half turned seeing him still standing beside me. He reached out his hand and took my elbow, ushering...

"Nurse?" the doctor called."Yes how may I help you?" the nurse in the short white uniform replied."My name is Dr. Simpson, our ship's medical officer," he said."My name is Ben. I am one of the nurses assigned to this wing." Ben extended a finely manicured hand towards the doctor. The had was smooth and soft. "Would you tell me what is going on here?" the doctor then asked. Ben cocked his head, and scanned the room. Then Dr. Simpson asked, "Why are all the men dressed in feminine attire?...

"Nurse?" the doctor called."Yes how may I help you?" the nurse in the short white uniform replied."My name is Dr. Simpson, our ship's medical officer," he said."My name is Ben. I am one of the nurses assigned to this wing." Ben extended a finely manicured hand towards the doctor. The had was smooth and soft. "Would you tell me what is going on here?" the doctor then asked. Ben cocked his head, and scanned the room. Then Dr. Simpson asked, "Why are all the men dressed in feminine attire?...

Ned grinned. "I did the gentleman's thing," he said. "Now it's your turn to do the lady's thing.""Which is?" I asked, feeling the hear rising in me."A good night's kiss?" he asked tentatively."One," I said without thinking.I should never have kissed him. When we heard others coming out of the elevator, I didn't mind that he moved across the threshold of my room and let the door close. I didn't want him to stop- kissing me, not with the way all my senses went reeling as he did it. My manicured...

Ned grinned. "I did the gentleman's thing," he said. "Now it's your turn to do the lady's thing.""Which is?" I asked, feeling the hear rising in me."A good night's kiss?" he asked tentatively."One," I said without thinking.I should never have kissed him. When we heard others coming out of the elevator, I didn't mind that he moved across the threshold of my room and let the door close. I didn't want him to stop- kissing me, not with the way all my senses went reeling as he did it. My manicured...