As far back as he could remember, David had loved women. Everything about them, their bodies, their personalities, their voices, the way they smelled, their hair, both head and pubic. The way they cried or moaned during orgasm. He loved lesbian porn and he loved sharing a bed with more than one woman. And so to him Liz's offer seemed not like a renunciation of manhood or heterosexuality, but as the ultimate fulfillment of his life-long love of women. To merge and become part of the community he so loved, to make love to women as a woman. . .
"Got one question for you, bartender" said David.
"Shoot."
"Can you make me a Pink Lady?"
"Gladly" Liz laughed. "Welcome to the team."
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Megan loved flirting and playfully making out with women at Liz's, but she knew she would be going home with her girlfriend Lavinia, currently laughing and chatting with Liz at the bar while wearing her trademark fuzzy pink sweater.
"Oooh" said Megan, settling in on the next barstool as closing time neared. "I've been such a bad girl. You're going to have to give me such a spanking when we get home."