After all though, it was more for the better enjoyment of my newfound sexual lifestyle. I had to chuckle.I didn’t have a clue as how to accomplish m...y goal. There was no feeling in my arms. Like new feelings, I mean. No tingling or buzzing sounds. Nothing to give me a hint. That being the case, I simply stared at one arm alternating with the other.For about half an hour, still no frigging clock in the room, I sat entirely still, not allowing my mind to wander. Finally, I couldn’t wait to satisfy. This was, may be, 12 yrs, ago. I told work I was on jury duty and planned the whole day around, getting dressed, going to this one ABS and actually sucking a cock and watching porn. The one ABS is in IL, but very close to the WI border. It’s probably still open, but the booth doors have been torn down. Some stupid law, but anyway… I had all my gurl clothes on underneath my guy clothes. Panties, Pantyhose (Sex, Shiny, Black of course, my 4′ CFM pump heels in my jacket, my wig, and my red…red. A flash of white-hot humiliation went through me. I froze and dropped my eyes. It had always been hard for me to put my feelings into words. Maybe it was because I was shy, maybe it was because the crude comments of a past boyfriend still haunted me, or maybe I just didn’t know how to. Maybe I made too big a deal out of it and made it too difficult for myself. That was probably it. It still didn’t make things any easier, though. Three little words and I couldn’t say them. I thought them often.. "Here are some dry clothes. They will be baggy but should be okay. The bathroom is at the end of the floor. Why don't you have a shower while I prepare something hot to drink. Would you like some tea or hot chocolate?"Finding myself staring at his physique again, I answered absently, "Hot chocolate would be great. Oh – and thank you for the clothes and the shower and… well… everything. Thank you." I smiled up at him."No worries," he said, smiling back at me. Then he turned around and started to.