I could not take my eyes off of her. "That's the jam right there, isn't it?" I said in a joking fashion. "Oh yeah!" She replied as she started to ...dance a little harder and snap her fingers. "This is my era right here!" as Lionel Richie's "All Night Long" played over the loud speaker. She was a woman who knew how to enjoy herself, and I liked that. "You don't know nothin' bout that, girl", I replied. "She replied, "I'm a '69 baby". The year was 2012, so I quickly did the math - "You're. We boardedon time and talked the entire ride to San Antonio, TX. AJ was not eagerto switch back. He loved my life and really enjoyed being a man. He wasso comfortable in my clothes and loved how easy it was to get ready.Everything was so simple too. I did enjoy most of my experience as awoman. I found that woman's clothing could be exciting, and I lovedgetting all dressed up. I was very pleased with sex, but I hated it whenAJ got off and I did not. I was moderately comfortable in her body. Marty was disappointed when she walked out of view. Even though he could see her from her shoulders up he had hoped to get a better look than that. Rhonda always looked good but that night she was absolutely sizzling hot! What the hell was the deal with that skirt? It was shorter than a cheerleader!Rhonda was slowly running some papers through a shredder. She let a few minutes elapse before she made her move."Marty, would you like to come around and give me a hand? I wouldn't mind getting out. I dont do drugs anymore, and the beast in me that always wants to turn off my life and get lost in a substance suddenly sees drugs all around me again. Everywhere. I see blonde, busty heroin walking by me every day on the sidewalk. I see slender little needles slinking around on the dance floor. Every kind of woman looks like just the kind of woman I want to scoop into my arms and make track-marks with. Little women, big beautiful women, older gals and younger girls. Blonds, brunettes,.