There was uproar but the soldiers waved their gunsat us, and we began to strip. We looked strangestanding there with our cocks and bums visible belowo...ur shirt tails and the black soldiers laughed at ourhumiliation as they herded us back into the mainreception room.Our wives were already there, they had been made tostrip down to their undies, and were talking to a groupof black politicians and army officers who hadappeared. Suddenly, the President came into the room,looked at all our wives as if. I threw my bag of spare clothes onto the sand and unwrapped my sarong from around my waist. Today I had chosen to wear my one piece swimmers because I like to get in amongst it in the surf and usually my bikini tops can't handle the action on my 34D boobs and they fly off. Its not that I'm a prude, I just hate losing them.At 36 years old I'm holding up fairly well. I've never had kids, mainly because my ex husband didn't want any, so I'm still holding it together. I'm 5' 8" and I keep my hair. Definitely time to stop for the night, get a motel room, a drink and something to eat. The motel was virtually empty as it was nearing the end of the season, even so, there were a couple of cars in the parking lot. After checking in, I dumped my rain gear in my room and headed off to the pub. It was dimly lit inside, but at least it was warm. I ordered a rye and coke and a burger platter and looked around. It reminded me of a million other small town pubs that I'd been in. Same old guy sitting. Perfect a lot more than I had MajorMacho, but I'd never imagined that I might turn into her...or that I'dactually be looking forward to it.I was confused by my own emotions, which made no sense to me. What guyin his right mind, would want to turn into a girl? The answer, itseemed, was me. But why? Though I hadn't really wanted to admit it tomyself, I'd always envied Ms. Perfect's beauty, grace, and style. Onsome level, have I always wanted to be her? Have I always wanted to bea girl, and.