The sack could waituntil the morning to be sorted.He slept well and rose early, and slipping on his boxers made his wayinto the kitchen. After putting... on the kettle he reached for the sackand emptied the contents onto the table. Blouses, knickers, a pair ofbras, two pairs of skin tight jeans, a pair of slacks, socks and eventwo pair of stockings and other ladies items revealed themselves. Hedelved through them examining the apparent high quality and decided hewould be able to sell everything at. My guy keeps edging toward his mate to talk in his ear, is he asking 'am I really a guy' or 'what will his mate do if he goes with me?'. Such fun and dangerous too. Several drinks and three bars later and I think we know what is going to happen, so I pull my guy Geoff over to one side and whisper, 'you do realise I am actually a guy under here don't you' to which he replies nervously, 'I was more scared about asking you in case you were a girl because I was 99% sure you're a woman, I really. You’re forty-ish but look about thirty, you have no maternal instincts thank Christ, no baggage and great tits. I mean, what more could a girl want?’ I looked down at my small tits and thought, well, at least they still point upwards. ‘So what is your plan, Vee? Back to your place and start the transformation?’ She grinned. ‘Actually, I thought I’d take you home to your place and we could take step one, yes. If, that is, the idea isn’t entirely repugnant?’ ‘You know what, Vee, I don’t think. And he came clean and told me basically everything. MARY ALLEN: And you didn't go the police. Why?SAMANTHA: He told me not to. Plus, he said that his mom would only allow him to have a girlfriend who believed women are superior to men. So, he basically talked me into acting like someone I wasn't so we could be together. And I really like him. I love him really. If I wanted to be with him, I'd have to join his way of life.MARY ALLEN: Is that how you see it? A way of life -- or.