We stood up and headed toward the dorm. We agreed to take a quick shower in our own dorm wing and I’d come around the back to the emergency exit on ...the girls’ wing. Sara would meet me there in fifteen minutes.“Wear your uniform,” she said. “I like the look. But lose the jock.”I showed up at the side door of the dorm just as Sara opened it and rushed me up the exit stairs to her room.“No roommate?” I asked.“Gone for the weekend. Isn’t that convenient?” Sara giggled. She had also donned her. "As Kathy stood up and turned towards the door, Derrick gazed at her jean shorts that grabbed her buns tightly. Letting out a little sign he thought that if given the chance, he would fuck her brains out, but knew her act was just that, and act. She never would actually let things get further than a little teasing, but still, fucking her was one of his favorite fantasies.As Kathy disappeared into the house he looked over a Megan, who looked stunning in her pink bikini, and realized she looked. There was an eerie glow about Natas as he stood before Walker, who had sunk as deep into that large chair as was possible. Wondering if that glow was just his imagination continually perplexed Walker, but he dared not mention it to anyone for fear of seeming foolish.Grinning slyly, Natas extended his hand. Walker reached upward and clasped the outstretched hand, feeling its firm grip. “Congratulations, Walker.”“Thanks, Mr. Natas. This feels awesome.”“I’m sure it does, son.”Walker thought it. When theobject of one's desire has long hair; a beautiful face; wears makeup andfeminine attire; has round, womanly buttocks; has shaved legs, and isequipped with breasts, it is easier to accept the male genitals. One canrationalize his attraction to the shemale by telling himself that thisbeautiful, feminine creature is not a man. The shemale may also not be awoman, either, exactly, but, just as clearly, "she" is not a man--atleast, not fully. She is a he-she, a shemale, a third sex that is.