The latter was way more appealing."You want to go check it out?" Michelle asked."Sure," I said with laugh.I followed her in. The place was really some...thing out of an old movie. The roof had long ago fallen through and it was overgrown with various plants and small trees. Even though no one owned or really gave a damn about the place, we both got that sense of danger of being caught.This was Sarah's cue to leave. She went into the large storage room while we stayed in the main entrance of the. Who do stuff. Occasionally. It had only happened a few times each quarter, when the crushing darkness became unbearable and she needed to hear someone else's breathing in the room. She rarely heard it for long, of course; he came, did his thing, and went again. Sometimes after he was gone she felt lonelier than ever. The funny thing was, he would stay and chat if he had been invited as a friend; but if they were doing it, then it was all business. She didn't claim to understand it. She didn't. ‘Oh, it’s not a question of better, but different – strange – new. And young, and firm, like your bottom. He loves a cheeky bottom, and I could balance a cup and saucer on yours!’ Despite herself, Anne giggled again. Clive had always raved about her bottom, but, privately, Anne was a trifle embarrassed about the way it jutted out, and always tried to avoid rolling her hips when she walked. Again, inevitably, her mind again conjured up the image of Kate holding Philip’s erect penis in her hand. It constantly amazes me when I read so-called autobiographical stories about some guy who suddenly decides to crossdress or is forced to dress as a woman, and with no previous experience or preparation suddenly transforms from hairy man into a sexy stunning woman.I have written the story below as a tongue in cheek dig at these stories.I apologise to those guys out there who manage to just slip into a pair of nylons, high-heels, wig and makeup and suddenly look like Kim Bassinger; I'm sure all.