Landon was known by everyone in school. He was the badass badboy hottie in a band. Max was just the scrawny pale girl who watched from the sidelines a...nd ignored the insults and jokes. Though she didn’t think she was THAT bad looking. She had long razored black hair with thick swooping bangs that ended in spiky layers above her vivid blue eyes. Her eyelashes were thick and dark, and her lips were full and a misty rose color. She was 5’5”, 110 lbs., and was still waiting for the boob fairy to pay. They could parade me out to show how progressive and forward thinking they were. It wasn’t a problem for them to have a man wear dresses to work as long as my clothes were professional and in proper taste. Of course the catch is allot of people still assume if you’re a cross dresser you must be gay. I’m not. I’m bisexual. But what didn’t help was the fact that I had just ended a long term relationship with another man who was on the opposite side of the trans-gender spectrum. Maria said she was. ‘Liked what? Getting caught?”“Sorta. I liked, um, being seen.”“Being seen? You mean, naked?” Steph was putting a few things together, and as she glanced over her friend’s bare backside, detecting some slight trembling and movement, she debated with herself as to how much she wanted to really know. Jen and Ree seemed to be content with letting her interrogate their friend, though it was obvious from their looks, they were keen to find out everything.“Yeah, I guess.”“So, like now, you are. I gave a gasp of surprise as her hand slid over my throat suddenly. I couldn't make any sound at all as her hand closed tightly, choking me as she rode me, the carnal hunger in her eyes letting me know the thought of killing excited her even more. She leaned down to whisper in my ear, her perfect breasts brushing my chest as she did so, "All you have to do to live, is to not cum." A soft laugh follows that, for she can see how much I need her, so strong a desire to please her that the sight of.