All the while, Gerry'sinvitation kept trying to push its way to the front of my thoughtscrowding all else out. It was approaching evening that, that ...somethinginside me joined the battle and was urging me to accept Gerry'sinvitation, finding arguments in favor. I fought back with thoughts ofbeing in front of strangers, being gawked at or worse. My argument withmyself was wearing me down, leaving me tired and open to depression,depression brought on by thoughts of not seeing Gerry again. I. I put on my sexy black lace push up bra, black lace suspender belt and thigh high pantyhose. I put on my new short black skirt, and tight button up red shirt, which shows my large breasts off to perfection. I spray on some perfume and put on my stilettos. As you arrive to pick me up, your eyes almost pop out of your head. On the trip to the restaurant, its all you can do to keep your hands off me in the car. You rest your hand on my stockinged leg, and allow your hands to ride up my leg, under. My hand circles your waist as my lips kiss your neck and whisper in you ear how much I have missed you. You turn and smile at me and pull me into your arms, kissing each other we are oblivious to everyone else around us. I pull away to look into your eyes and gaze upon your handsome face, I pull you to me again inhaling your scent and kissing your neck. You see your bag come down the carousel and reach around me to grab it, taking it with one hand and my hand with the other we head out of the. I thought about everything I ate. I considered everything I wore.Everything was for the overall success of my transition. It's why Iworked on my voice as much as I did, or my walk. Mainly it's why I nevermade excuses or had a woe-is-me attitude. I took an endless array ofshit from society. I've seen the horrible side of a lot of people. ButI never stayed angry or blamed anyone but myself. After all, if Ilooked/walked/talked/etc. better, that guy on the street who said shittythings never.