The Massage

Ryan set out his massage table and handed Leslie a body towel.
"The bathroom is right there." Ryan said pointing.
Leslie went into the bathroom and undressed. Everything was so unreal. Leslie stared at his female form for a while. Ryan broke her introspection by knocking on the door. "Ready when you are. Just come in and lie down on the table." Leslie looked at the crumpled dress and his shoes in the corner, shook off the weird feeling and went to the living room.
She laid down on the table and rolled onto her stomach, her breasts pressing gently but firmly against her chest. Ryan came in and opened the back, carefully keeping her but covered. Leslie felt relieved that he/she was not being taken advantage of and relaxed.
"Brace yourself." Ryan said as he poured massage oil onto her back. Leslie thought it smelled particularly feminine. Then Ryan's hands began to knead her flesh. It felt very good. In moments the pain in her shoulders was gone and she began to relax. Leslie drifted into sleep.
Leslie's dream continued from where reality left off.....