Today was a first session with anew client who, like his others, had no idea what was really between hislegs. His female persona was so perfect that h...e had passed some of themin the streets and they had not given him a second glance.He breathed deeply, removing the smile from his face and allowing himselfto get into character. He closed his eyes and composed himself,controlling his breathing. When he felt he was ready he opened his eyesand looked at himself once again.That was what he wanted.A. ”“OH MY GOODNESS! What in the fuck has happened? Just look at my titties, the way they stand out on my chest and don’t sag to my belly!”“Come over here, Marlene. Let me see you with the sun shining through the glass door,” Sherry told her.She saw me watching as she went to the glass door to the balcony. “Jerry, I hope you get your eyes full. I feel sexy for the first time in my life. Just look at my legs and my ass. What has happened? Did you have anything to do with my changes? One of you had. I didn’t blame her for that - it was way past two a.m. and here’s a guy in his fifties taking a girl in her teens to a slum diner.Yeah, we took in a show.A few of the disconsolate and lost looked up from beneath their own personal nightmares. I hadn’t realised I’d shouted it aloud, but they soon turned away again.The waitress seemed to brush it off as teenage petulance, flashing me one of those laconic smiles that suggest to meaning well but is actually so patronising. Maybe it was genuine, it. Our deepest apologies! There was a simple mix up, you were mistaken for another client” “ Is ok…” He muttered drunkedly. All of this was said as she hurriedly scooped up his clothes to thrust them in his stupified arms and hustle him toward the guest bathroom. The women began to dress him as he couldn’t see to get his lust-pleasured brain to fully function. They got him dressed and he kept muttering “Its ok, I’m fine, really.” over and over. Then promptly walked straight into the wall, almost.