It started almost innocently, a stupid game, wearing a pair of her panties when you made love. But your reaction surprised her, the way you made love to her that night, kissing her, touching her, how gentle you were, how easily you took to the girl's role. It was as if something deep inside you had been unleashed, an inner girl.
And what started as a stupid game became the norm, wearing panties in the bedroom, lingerie, too. And then outside the bedroom, until dressing and acting like a male became a distant memory. So distant were your memories of masculinity, when she told you she missed sex with men, that she wanted to date, you agreed.
"Maybe one day you'll want that, too," she joked.
And now? That day has come. She'll be there with you, every step of the way, she'll be there for every lick, every touch, every taste. She'll be there sharing it with you.