She was twenty-three years old and had beautiful green eyes. She was 5' 6" and had a smile that always seemed to be smirking. Her long dark hair was s...houlder length, her body was very athletic with pert 32 B's. I was 6' 1" eighteen and also very athletic. I had played football in high school and also been on the swim team."How are you doing?" she asked. "I'm all right but I am a bit sore from all the swimming I did this afternoon," I said."Yeah I saw you, it looked as though you went out. ..I hope he likes it...I stood before the bedroom mirror, turning and letting the pretty littlenetwork of chains shine in the amber light. And finally, I painted mylips pink to match my booty shorts....Oh Daddy fucking look at this slut,look what she does for you Daddy for your love, for your pain...I strutted out slowly when I felt a different mindset than I had knownwhen exploring my sissy kink - if this is even a kink anymore. I wasn'tmale or female or anything suddenly, I was just me, and. “Madre de Dios! You’re really alive!” said Montoya.I gave him a funny look. “Of course, I’m alive. What are you guys doing here? Why would you want to see me?”Bob grabbed my hand and started shaking it. “Sweet Jesus! You’re alive!” Then he wrapped me in a big hug. Jose joined in.They kept exclaiming how I was alive, which I didn’t understand at all. “What do you mean, I’m alive? Of course, I’m alive. What’s going on? Why are you guys here?”“Grim ... I can call you that now, can’t I? I outrank. She looked at me like she was sizing me up. I askedher if she would wear skirts again and she replied that I would be in onesooner.A few weeks later we were invited to my friend Jimmy's birthday party.It had a Scottish theme and it was suggested that the men wear kilts. Iwas not going to do so but Eva said that whilst she understood that I wasa man's man was I not comfortable with my masculinity? Did I thinkpeople would consider me to be gay or a transvestite if I wore a kilt?Did I not know.