“Do as you want. I will observe.”

Steve moves into the alcove proper and takes a seat, motioning for you to continue. “I like your cheongsam. Very sexy,” he compliments you as he sips his drink, a Cointreau on the rocks.

You nod graciously as you take his drink and have a sip. It’s strange being complimented by Steve. You’re quite conscious of your femininity at that moment. Steve is a handsome muscular man and you find him attractive. Especially since Greg stole your thong panties - being au naturale beneath your dress makes you feel decidedly risqué. The irony is that Steve is now Bridget. “You’re too kind.”

You take an ice cube into your mouth and pass back Steve’s drink. Then you take out the ice and hold it to Bridget’s skin, in the small of her back. Her skin goosebumps as you slowly slide the cube down through her ass crack leaving a wet wake of chilled skin, stracing it over her puckered anus and then purposefully to the swollen folds of her pussy. She is clearly hot and wet. You grin almost cruelly as the now smaller frozen cube reaches its intended destination. She inhales apprehensively as she realises your intent. “Oops,” you say as you slide it into her. She shivers at the chill as you work the shrinking cube deep into her.

“It’s so cold mistress.” She observes, biting her lip and pushing back eagerly onto your fingers. In a moment it is gone.

Steve chuckles as he stands and joins you, taking a sip of his drink. He then leans in and kisses you, his mouth cold. His tongue guides an ice cube into your mouth. You sense a different dynamic here. A more submissive one for you. You feel your nipples hardening against the shiny fabric of your short cheongsam. The slit at the sides leaves leg exposed and Steve runs his hand up your thigh, the fabric bunching up, threatening to expose your naked sex. But the familiarity of your friends face stills any complaint.

You smile as you turn and then kneel behind Bridget, mouth at her sex as you use your mouth and tongue to push the second cube into her. Already water coats her thighs. Her whimpering is ashamed and aroused.

You look up, realising that from here on your knees with your dress already partly hiked up Steve can see your naked sex. You grin and sway your hips enticingly but he sits back comfortably in the leather lounge chair, casually sipping his drink and watching the unfolding tableaux.

Oddly thrilled at the attention your audience is giving you you nuzzle Bridget’s sex. “How many pills did you take girl?” You asked Bridget as you took a momentary breather from eating her out.

“12...” she admits shamefully as her face colours.

“Hmmm. I hear they sell X-Change Plus here. Wouldn’t it be a pity if this went from a weekend to something more permanent,” you ask then return to exploring the foods of her labia with your lips and tongue.

A moan of submissive lust is Bridget’s only reply.

“It would be,” agreed Steve as he stood, turned and exited.