God, it would kill her! It would kill me, if I were her! I should let Stevie and Rhonda have their fun, as long as I get Randi back. I can't be foolin...g around with Stevie, it's just so nasty and sleazy of me!And yet, she waited for the phone to ring. All night. When it didn't, she realized that Stevie was right now, this minute, in Rhonda's bed, writhing and panting, her lean, gorgeous dark brown body stretching and quivering, her beautiful pussy oozing and swollen and puckering for Rhonda's. .a world that's obviously hurting him. She feels embarrassed but the thought of this man arouses her, an intense feeling of wanting to caress him makes her happy. She touches her lips and imagines what a kiss from him is like. She imagines it sweet then rough, she then lowers her hand to rub her clit over her underwear...her clit feels swollen and as she rubs she gets wet...she desperately tries to relive this feeling and slides her hand beneath her underwear. Moaning thoughts race through her. I had been taking a postgraduate evening course after work, this was the second week. While I still presented as male at work, attending the course allowed me to present in female and dress as my true self, a beautiful transgender woman. This evening I was wearing a tight beige dress, black stockings, black ballet flat shoes and a black leather jacket over it. As I was packing up my things, a fellow student came over to say hello. 'Hey, you look familiar', he said, with a nervous smile on his. Anyone could go to the magical world and create anything with their mind as they please. One of the catches is, is that none of it is truly real, since it is an alternative world. She brings me to this place...It’s as if this place can bring all your dreams come true. I first look In the mirror and change the way I look to the ideal body and face I’ve always wanted. I make my hair longer, and both shinier and fuller. My lips more plump and red. My nose a bit less round and more straight. And, I.