Liz told everybody to make themselves at home and started upstairs with us. Sondra blocked her path and shook her head.“No spectators this time,” ...she said.“But...” Liz began.“This needs to be done in private, Liz,” Sondra said in a softer voice. I think she intended to hide the words from me but I wasn’t that far away. I glanced back and saw Liz nod. Liz saw me and changed her frown into a forced smile.“Rock her world, stud,” she said.I didn’t answer as a feeling of dread washed over me. I. Her heavy tits, covered in hers and my own sweat. Rose and fell against her chubby tummy. She wrapped her chunky thighs around my hips and dug her bare, heels into my thighs. "No more teasing. I want you, NOW!" she said pushing her hips forward sharply. My dick disappeared into her pussy with a loud squelch. She sucked my mouth so hard that it actually hurt a little. Not bad. It was that nice kind of pain. The kind of pain that made your knees feel like jelly and your stomach feel all. I got a littlethrill thinking about how I was not just dressing, but acting, waking,moving like a girl.Stacy drove to one of the dance clubs in town. It wasn't a gay club,which scared me a little. At least at a gay club, if someone "read" me,they wouldn't be upset. And what about showing ID? I didn't want myfirst night as a girl to end with me getting beaten up. As usual, Stacyhad it all worked out."Don't worry! I know the bouncer at this place." Sure enough, as Inervously accompanied. He wasn’t the sculpted being that his friend was, but he also wasn’t a slouch. He dawned a pair of slightly puffy man boobs, with a slight pop belly that sat atop a pair of thick thighs and an ass that could only be described as a donk. He also rocked a spartan beard, but it wasn’t as full as Pete’s and his body hair was no where near what covered his homie. The guys had reservations at one of the more to scale hotels in downtown Atlanta for a double queen suite. They figured that they would.