Yeah, yeah, I know, you think I’m a freak. I probably am, actually, but I couldn’t help it. There she was, looking hot in her slinky little dress,... pointing her perfectly manicured, lilac tipped finger at me, while she ranted on and on about some pointless nonsense. To her, my face was a patient mask of indifference, while inside the rage was steadily building. At first, all I could think was: stupid woman doesn’t even know what the hell she’s talking about. Then it was: goddamn fucking rich. She starts to puts her hair in a ponytail as I watch I can fell my member start to flinch. As she starts to move the hair around to her back noticing the her nipples are getting hard. I smile back trying to think of something else so I would lose the stiffly growing in my pants. She takes my behind the register showing me the way to ring things up she moves as customers start to walk up. “Just going to throw me to the wolfs?” I ask with a smile “How else are you going to learn,” she answers. But it has broken the ice and we start to chatAt this point you start to play with my cock under my towel and you can see he is watching and now getting erectYou tell him that he has a nice cock and ask if he minds if you hold it for a whileNeedless to say he is does not object and moves closerYou now have a stiff cock in each hand and wanking s in front of an audienceWe are getting very excited at the prospect of a threesome and suggest that we retire to the room with the window which has an. This wasn't a bad thing. It wasn't wrong. I was supposed to look like this. I'd only forgotten how to do it, that's all. I'd worn dresses before. I tried to think of Jared and how much I wanted him to see me as a girl. I'd get my picture taken and send it to him, I reminded myself. He wouldn't think I looked funny, would he? Neither would Steve. The only one who thought I looked silly was me and that was because I kept seeing the boy I used to be. But I wasn't a boy, was I? I just had to.