Why was I trying to lookfeminine like this?! I scrubbed my face with a tissue and looked at myown face. Unbidden, pictures raced into my mind of Joe's... men seeing melike this. They recognised me! I panicked.The next thing I knew I was looking in the mirror again. I was fullymade-up, so much so that it took me a few minutes to come out of thedream I seemed to be in and recognise myself. I didn't remember puttingthe makeup on. I'd even blended my false breasts into my skin so thatthey looked. "Breakfast is almost ready," his mother called out."I'll be right there!" Andrey yelled."Five minutes and we start without you," she said.Andrey reached for the towel and came up empty."What the hell?" He moved the shower curtain more to look at the towel bar. Andrey was sure he hung a towel there before his shower."Looking for this?" The shadowed figure asked Andrey."Who the fuck are you?" Andrey held the curtain in front of himself as he looked around the room.More shapes appeared next to the. The whole game had become a nightmare, of never knowing when one or both might suddenly decide they wanted it, or worse tease me at inappropriate moments causing me embarresment as I struggled to hide my erection.They of course believed it a hoot and rubbed themselves against me or against each other whenever the mood took them, at the mall, in a restaurant, even in our own front yard with neighbours around.Junee was by far the worst, bringing me morning or afternoon snacks to the worksite. I gave her a nod and headed up to the bedroom.My wife was in our bathroom getting ready for our evening out with friends. “Is that you, Clint?” I heard her ask as I closed the bedroom door.“It’s me,” I responded.“You need to hurry and get ready so we aren’t late,” she urged.I took off my work clothes and changed. My mind was still pre-occupied with the tight little pussy sitting down in my living room when it suddenly hit me, Porsche’s car was not in the driveway.“I didn’t see Porsche’s car.