The truth was that she now thought of herself almost exclusively as female. Even in her dreams she was almost always a girl. She stole a glance at Jeff, who was driving. He was tall and lanky and she wondered what it would feel like to be kissed by a man, to be held and dominated by strong arms that overpowered her, crushed her breasts to his chest and forced her to yield her body. At the thought she felt her nipples grow hard. Sara asked her why she was blushing but Sherry just smiled and blushed some more.