Most of the clients were just plainol' men who liked to dress up like women. They just liked the thrill andto be pretty for an evening.Brian refocused... on the job at hand which was a little trickier.Jeanie was in control. Still a little dreamy as she slipped on her highheels, but he could see her starting to wake up as David went to sleep.She looked lovely as usual. She always did light make-up so go with herbrunette wig. It was a simple straight haired wig that went down a littlepast her. I pulled off my jeans and my panties; they were pretty nasty from everything. I threw them both in my clothes hamper. I also took off my shirt and bra throwing them also into the hamper. I looked at myself in the mirror. I was 22 years old with a farmers tan. My curly black hair played games on my shoulder. I looked down at my curly black muff. I slowly traced circles from my breasts to my tummy then closed my eyes and Eve popped into my mind. I opened them again, damn it. I walked over to my. We went inside.She opened the door and closed after we both entered the house. I was nervous about a robbery or something like that. She then told me to sit down, pointing at the sofa. I did as she told me to do. She went inside and came back with a glass of water. She gave it to me. I drank it with nervousness.She then asked, “Is this your first time?” and I simply nodded yes. She gave me a smile and took the glass away from me. She returned again and told me to remove my bag and keep it on. As He reached the top he flipped on a light switch that lit up the long row of empty rooms that was assembled on the second floor. Looking down the hall he tried to remember watch room he stayed in the last time he was there. Walking down the hall and looking at each door he finally stopped at the door that he could recall.Stopping for a moment he realized that he was standing in front of Anita’s room. Flashes of his beautiful young niece shot through his mind, as he remembered her creamy soft.