On move-in day, I got a lot of stares (leers), a lot of puzzled looks, a lot of “Hey, you know this is a guy’s floor, right?” Honestly, I didn�...�t blame them for that. You will know by now, dear reader, that my small stature and slight figure makes lots of people think I’m a girl at first glance. A-cup breasts didn’t help either. Or my plump, juicy ass and thighs and narrow waist. Oh, and ever since I’d first shaved my body for swimming in high school, I’ve been completely smooth below the. I new I had some stirring in that region when dressed but something happened in my thirteenth year that had a devastating impact on the way I saw myself, and the habit of dressing in pantyhose and heels. The guilt associated with deceiving my mother was bad enough, but having orgasms in women's clothes, how could I be so perverted.The need to dress was far too strong to stop, I had made promises to myself and failed them all eventually. The feeling of guilt often made me withdrawn, and the fear. "No offense, Rafael, but you look soblazing hot as a guy - I mean you're pretty enough as a girl andeverything, but you're just so incredibly sexy as a guy. You're maybethe finest man I've ever met. I wonder if it's possible for you to go alittle further with your transformation?" Don't start, Donny. I'm not your man, I'm not a man at all. My name'sChloe, not Rafael. Stop calling me that," Chloe protested.Alessandra said coyly, "I think I can make you feel like a man tonight.I'm going to. Fergus had purchased a variety of items – crates of silks, metal ores, and foodstuffs, among other things I hadn’t seen – specifically for this purpose. So we waited with bated breath, my anxiety levels rising, until finally the main hatch opened and a handful of people followed the captain into the hold.They inspected us briefly, uninterestedly, and when they left another sailor appeared to usher us up and out. We climbed down rickety rope ladders, carrying our bags – a few trunks being passed.