Away at college I experimented further. I was in the city one daywhen I found a salon/boutique that catered to crossdressers andtransgendered people. ...I built up the courage to go inside. The owner Velmawas behind the counter and asked is she could help me. As I stood therenervously in my boy clothes I found it hard to say what I was looking for.Velma could tell I was nervous and afraid to speak up. She told me to waita moment while the customer she was helping checked out and then left. “I was sleeping.” In my rush, I couldn’t think of a better reply. “At this hour?” He frowned. “Where’s abbu?”“Don’t know; might be sleeping as well.” “Strange… everyone is sleeping.” He babbled to himself; suddenly he stared at me. “What happened to you? You don’t look fine.”Color drained from my face. “Nothing…” I stammered, not knowing what else to say. He said nothing, and went into the bedroom. I followed him hurriedly, silently praying. He went near the bed and turned toward me. I saw his. He desperately wanted to see my smooth body and asked me to remove my top. By the time, I was unhooking it, he just pushed it up and gave me hot kisses on my belly and boobs over the bra. I just pulled off my black top and exposed my upper body for him to play with. My red bra was still on, but he wanted me to remove that also. By the time I removed the bra, both his hands were grabbed around my boobs and my small melons were getting squeezed really hard. He pulled me towards him and started. "Conspiracy to murder is a capital offence in this here state, same inGeorgia. Just for your information." If I plead justifiable homicide?" Explain that to the judge. Maybe if you stand there in court in aleopard-print dress and a pair of stripper heels and promise him ablowjob he'll never forget he'll let you off with life without parole ina woman's max. Capisce?" Bob made the mistake of imagining the scene inthe courtroom Charlie had described and shuddered in repulsion. I'd lookterrible in.