<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0e/Lauren_Budd_512.png)<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Michael / Emmy</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">● Fully female.<br/>● Wearing white dress and heels.<br/>● Self confident.<br/>● Susceptible to Cloe's and Circe's thoughts<br/>    but can control the exposure via inner door,<br/>   which he is drawn to open.<br/>● Turned on.</span></span></div></div></div></div></td><td></td></tr></tbody></table></div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 2pt;"><br/></span><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Yes, I promised to behave, but apparently Circe doesn't really want me to.  The belt stays on but the hand is free to wander, and while I am not used to being the owner of lady bits, I still remember how to handle them from the other side.  Slowly my hand crawls up her thigh, slipping under her short dress, and reaching her panties.  A finger finds the familiar indentation and traces its contours, a little awkwardly since my arm is twisted in an uncomfortable angle, but I'd rather stay buckled since the next thing my face may encounter due to the laws of inertia may not be nearly as soft or as pleasant as Circe's crumple zones.<br/><br/>"You feel a little moist to the touch," I coo, pushing a little harder.  "More than a little, actually..."  I try to hook the elastic but then the car jerks to a stop in the underground parking and Chloe shoos us out.  I stop to demonstratively lick my finger, then run after Chloe who's about to break the national upstairs dash record.  Somehow I manage to run up the stairs without twisting an ankle or breaking a heel -- I can only assume magic in play -- and burst into Chloe's apartment, heading straight to the bedroom.<br/><br/>The lights come on and... wow!  "When did you redecorate?" I don't remember <em>that</em>, but then it's been some time since I've been in Chloe's bedroom so maybe her tastes changed for the explicit, and judging by the contents of the drawer she empties out on the bed, there's quite a bit I still have to learn about her.  I doubt she would be so casual about it if I was still male, but maybe she feels more comfortable with me now that we're on the same team.<br/><br/>A shove, with more effort behind it due to the weaker arms, and Circe finds herself on her back on the springy mattress, but a frustrated call for assistance stops me from pouncing on her.  "On it!" I step up to Chloe, wrapping my arms around her, and press my body to hers as I fumble for the zipper on her back.  Did her hair always smelled as good?  Her breasts feel so wonderful mashing against mine...  There was something...  Oh right, the zipper!  I yank it down, then help her pull the stripper dress down, exposing her top.  Damn, those puppies look appetizing, let me at em!<br/><br/>Impatiently I pull her to the bed, pulling at her bra, pushing my crotch against her, getting ready to...  To what exactly?  I pause.  What the hell do I do now?</span><br/>