This is not a dress up game. I'm not being asked to just dress like agirl and then it will be ok. This life changing, altering not only whoI am, but w...hat I am, and I have no choice in the matter?" Dexter voicewas now very loud."What do you want to do Dexter," his mother as softly with tears inher eyes."I don't know. I am a man. I have many friends and all of a sudden inone day you want me to just change? Wear a dress in front of them andtell them I have always secretly wanted to be female? ". Whatever it was, it was pink,about half the size of the palm of her hand and had three elastic straps attached. I pushed the longest strap under her back. She moaned but could not really resist given her bindings and state of exhaustion. I clipped the strap to the other side of the device then attached the other two straps. The device was in place. Whatever it was, it was held to her crotch by one strap around her waist and one around each thigh close to her ass cheeks. It sat squarely upon her. None of them could ever understand why she always hung around the fat frumpy girl. But she made me that aforementioned fat frumpy girl feel beautiful and special no matter what anyone else thought. I called Stacy blubbering like an idiot about how my parents are so unfair and that I was never going to get laid.She being the best friend that she is listened patiently to my neurotic self babble on and when I had finally calmed down she said she'd be there in 30. I hung up the phone and excitedly. ”“Sir, Corporal Miller is a trained marine.”“That is why I was happy I wasn’t forced to do it, since it might have been difficult not to hurt him.”Since the security people were not sure about all the people working at the embassy, they asked us if we could spend the evening inside our quarters. I guess none of us really minded.The evening that followed was almost like a sequel to our last night at the hotel. Before we parted to the separate bedrooms I looked at Hana and Pam.“You might want to.