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BORN TO BE "Oh.. .Bob," I moaned as I leaned over and took his erection.

"Aaa. . .hhh," he screamed as I moved up and down his maleness and gently stroked his body. Bob and I pleasured each other for a long time before he finally erupted. I shivered all over as I cuddled in his arms after we turned off the lights.

Chapter 12

Bob went to work before I was fully awake. He leaned over and gave me a kiss which woke me immediately. "Thanks for last night," he whispered, "I'm looking forward to a more meaningful relationship."

Last night wasn't a dream! It really happened, and he looked upon our activities as a continuing affair. What did I want? I loved my feelings during our romp, but I was a married heterosexual man. I didn't want an affair with another guy, even if he was my 'husband'.

I crawled out of bed and examined my body. My nipples were sensitive even to the touch of my nighty. I wrapped myself in a long flowing silk robe and wandered to the living room. I curled on the sofa with my favorite fashion magazine and thought about the previous evening. Did I really satisfy Bob? What has happened to me? This was a business arrangement. When did it become sexual? What about Mary? What will Ted think? The thought sent a shiver down my back. I gasped, "I'd die if he found out!"

Mary already knows I dress as a woman! Will this end my marriage, my real marriage? "Last night was a fluke that will never happen again. I can't allow it to happen again!" I decided.

A shiver raced down my back as I thought of Bob's lips on my breasts and his tongue caressing my nipples. "I must resist the next time," I moaned.

"Next time? What do you mean?" Ted asked. He was standing in the kitchen doorway wearing a short nylon robe. Startled by his sudden intrusion, I stammered, "Oh nothing. I was just...just thinking...about Bob's promotion."

"I hope that damn promotion hurries up. It won't happen fast enough for me," Ted joined me on the sofa.

"Oh? Are you unhappy with the money you're making?"

I snickered, trying to take his mind off other thoughts. "The money is great, but this dressing as a girl is getting out of hand," he answered.

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"Oh?"

"Look at me! How did I get to look this way? I'm growing breasts for Christ's sake! Don't tell me it's irritation."

"Yeah! Well, you saw my breasts. They're a mature 'C' cup now," I countered.

"Breasts don't grow on men without help. I think Daddy is slipping us something," Ted speculated.

"I think it's the vitamins," I suggested, "My breasts started growing when I started taking those U.C.I. vitamins."

"Have you stopped?" he asked.

"Uh...no," I murmured. "It's easier to do this charade with breasts. I'd simply die if anyone found out about me. I'd rather have breasts than be discovered as a man."

"I know what you mean," Ted blushed. "I couldn't show my face in this town again if my friends found out that I was dressing as a teenage girl."

"Does that mean?" I started.

Ted turned a little red, and nodded, "Yeah, I'll continue using them too." He wiggled on the sofa wrapping his legs beneath him, and I watched his small breasts jiggle beneath his nightie.

I moved to make myself comfortable and caught Ted staring at my chest. I felt my breasts sway back and forth and I turned beet red when I saw him staring at my huge nipples clearly visible through my sheer negligee. They were still red from Bob's loving kisses the previous evening. I hoped Ted didn't notice them!

Wrapping my arms over my breasts, I excused myself and went to my room where I slipped on a sheer pullover blouse and my favorite skirt. They felt so comfortable while displaying my every curve from my waist to my thighs. I flicked a stray fleck of red lipstick from the corner of my mouth with one of my long lacquered fingernails, checked my earrings to make sure they matched my outfit, stepped into a pair of low heel skimmers and left my bedroom to start my housework.

Ted joined me later, dressed in a flippy, pleated gray skirt that barely covered his thighs and a silk blouse that made him look very chic and girlish. "I don't know what happened last night!" he sighed in a quivering voice. "I shouldn't be passing as Bob's daughter in front of dozens of people. Yet nobody questioned my gender. Nobody! To tell the truth, it scares me!"

"That's how I felt during that weekend at the cabin," I sympathized. "I didn't understand how I could pull off such