A short while after departure, I was surprised to hear a faint snoring sound near my side. I looked over and saw the black man had passed out, with hi...s head leaning against the window.The beauty brunette smiled at me again, whispering about the very long day that they had endured. His black husband was really tired.As we talked, she leaned closer to me, and I could not help but notice her jacket opening up. I noticed also she was not wearing any bra. Her round boobs were trying to get free out. As they walked into the next aisle, she leaned over and whispered to him.“I need the loo…”Steve had a sudden lightbulb moment and promptly parked his trolley. He grabbed her by the arm and said, “Come with me.”Mona giggled. “I know where it is.”Together they rushed out of the store. As they left through the doors she veered for the bathrooms but he steered her away.“But…?” she asked.“I know another place.”Steve knew he was taking a chance, a lot of people in the mall knew him quite well. He led. " I am ... no ... whore ... slut."'You are my slut mate."'What?" she asked confused, as I began to drive into her harder."You are my slut mate." Your slut mate?" she moaned."Yes, my slut mate." Yes." You are my slut mate. I am your only mate." Yes. Your slut mate. My only mate." You are my mate." Your mate," she finally accepted."You love me." I love you," she murmured, everything beginning to flow easily."You want to please me." Yes. Please you." You want to make me happy." Make you happy.". I thought when I stop or if I stopped the hormones they would go back the way they were. I kept my fingernail flied but they were still long for a guy. I wore a baggy sweatshirt and kept my hair in a ponytail. During my surfing on the Internet to feminize myself, I found a beauty salon in my neighborhood. I e-mailed the owner and asked if she was willing to do a female hairstyle on a guy. She e-mailed me back and said she has never done it before but she was willing to try. She asked if I could.