I began getting dressed in the clothes I had been issued the previous day.This time, the pants fit snuggly all over, without being too baggy around th...erear. The T-shirt however caused me no small amount of distress. Rememberingthat I now found myself possessed of the most obvious of female sexualcharacteristics, the T-shirt made no effort to disguise the shape or detailof them from people who cared to look.Oh, I thought. This was not happening! How could I be changing into a woman?With each. What's his name, this barman was his complete opposite. "Whatever's on tap....and some information." she said placing a $50 on the counter. "I'm listening." the Barman said filling a frosted mug with Coors."I'm looking for a guy, goes by the name of George McCreary. You see him lately?" "Yeah as a matter of fact he was here a few days ago looking on Big Miss." "Where can I find her?" Elisa asked. "She's the blonde at the end of the bar." he said with a jerk of his thumb. Elisa followed his. She didn't spit or even, as it turned out, swallow, but rather shared my cum with me in the wettest, sloppiest snowball kiss I have ever had. It was far from the turn-off you might think, as she said at the time, “If I'm prepared to taste it, then you should be as well.” It was a hard piece of logic to argue with. During her efforts, I had been so distracted as to be quite unable to return the pleasure which she had bestowed upon me. To rectify this obvious failing, she pushed me back onto the. ..” Abbey could not continue, and she covered her face with her hands.As she stood shielding her sad face from Joe’s gaze, she suddenly felt him patting her shoulder while he spoke softly to her.“It’s ok, just tell me the truth” he said quietly.Abbey could hardly believe that Joe was treating her so nicely after what she had tried to do. But his manner and his obvious wish to know the circumstances behind her attempted crime gave her courage to tell him about her troubles. So, she removed her.