It now said "Wo(men)" and had the full ladies toilet sign.Yes, I might just about be able to handle being dressed as a woman, Isaid to myself. I had ...to man up. I was too much of a man's man to letbeing totally dressed as a woman affect how I felt about myself or wasI?I really didn't know any more.I started to cry.Real men don't cry. Rule 1 of manhood.Was this really me? What was I becoming? It was exciting wasn't it?It wasn't humdrum any more. Was it? This was really happening to. I could feel him wriggling his finger around in my ass then he used his other fingers to put lots more cream on me. His finger came out then went in with more cream on it. He kept doing that. More and more cream in me and on me.He was wiggling his finger round and round and I could feel it getting easier for me. Then he was pushing two fingers in and after making me loose for them, the he did it with the tips of three. He'd put two fingers right up as though they were fucking me. But with three. The d day came in and I grabbed a set of condoms and dressed in a very casual jean and t shirt. And about me , i’m a average looking guy with a 6.5inch tool unlike others in iss who have a 10″ or 13″ tool. I met her at cafe coffee day in t nagar.Actually I reached earlier and I was waiting for her .There came a not so beautiful but yet attractive fully grown woman entering the shop. She identified me and sat just opposite to me. That’s when I had a good look of her.She had a whitish skin and. I was packing my brand new glass pipe with dope."Thanks, Cindy. Can you stay a while? Get high?" Sure, Robert. Wow! Do I wish I was livin' here! This is a real nice place. Mind if I look around?"The tour lasted about half an hour and by that time we were well into the second bowl. We were also very stoned. I was fantasizing; thinking of fucking the blonde teenager I had enticed to my home."Can you stay for dinner?" We smoked another bowl and fiddled around in the kitchen for a while before.