Of course, as he put on his bra (a white seamless bra with tiny lace trimaround the cups) he had to admire his breasts. They were round, full andwhat ...he would call perky. Just the sort of breasts that he hoped Peterwould find attractive, along with the rest of his feminine figure.He sat on the edge of the bed as he pulled on his pantyhose. He haddecided to wear a pair of sheer to the waist suntan hose under his skirt.As he slid the hose up his legs, he felt a shiver of excitement. Hehadn't. It wasa very simple wig. She sat me down in a salon chair. She used a pickand brushed the wig out a little. She moved a couple of adjustable tabson the inside. She had me pull my head forward and flipped the wigbackward into place on my head. She explained as she went on how toproperly put on the wig. She told me how the wig was made with realhuman hair.I looked into the mirror. The man in the dress was gone. A young ladysat in his place. She had never looked so good. This was not a. Tell him. Ask him what he likes and wants, and tell him what you like and want,” I said. “The two of you are so good together; all you need to do is communicate. Exploring is at least half the fun.”“What’s the other half?”“Orgasms.” She hit me in the chest, but left her hand there as she cuddled with me.“You’re really a great friend,” she whispered. “I love you for that.”“It wouldn’t be the same without our friends,” I answered.“Ames? This is like old home week!”“Hey, Ames. Got room for a. I pecked at it and sat back. She closed her eyes and smiled. I had a feeling she was laughing inside. "You said you wouldn't make fun of me," I said. I was a little angry. "It's just," she started to say, and then she stopped for a second. "You're right, I said I wouldn't. Look, maybe I should give you a few tips first. I'm no expert or anything, but try this. Don't close your lips so tight. Leave a little opening. Go in slow. And, for heaven's sake, don't jump away like you got an electric.