Joyce pushed her face close to the window to try and get a glimpse at what it was. The object was small and cylindrical with a tab on its top that rem...inded her of the pin of a grenade. Oh gods, was he going to blow up the phone booth with her inside it?!“PLEASE please please, don’t do this! I didn’t do nothing to ‘ya, please don’t pull the pin.”The figure, silent as always, leaned down and unceremoniously pulled the pin. Joyce backed into the far corner of the booth and into a fetal position.. At the time this meant I started to think that I might be a cross-dresser or maybe a transvestite. But I certainly knew that I enjoyed being dressed in women's clothes. As the weeks passed after the pantomime I grew more and more desperate to get that same level of erotic thrill that the cross dressing had given me. I hatched a plan, my parents often worked late and my 17 year old sister Mandy was often round her friend’s house. When they were all out I would sneak into my sister’s room and. ”He said, “Josh, I want you to stay. You will talk on the radio though I don’t expect much anything from them.” He looked a me. “Why do you expect trouble when their home sends them instructions?”“The people here know us and the history. Those on their home world only know that some natives are not knuckling under and will insist that the methods in the manual be followed. It will not be good.”“You think they will attack on instructions from their home?”“Yes Sir. That instruction manual was. Without thinking, she lent forward and kissed him on the mouth hungrily, the ache between her thighs spiking abruptly.He lowered her back onto the grass, kissing her passionately in return before nibbling her neck and across the top of her breasts.She clawed desperately at his back lifting his shirt up, until laughing he broke apart and lifted it off in one motion, revealing a lightly haired chest and toned muscles. She pulled him down towards her, hands snaking across his back as he continued.