I smiled a little inwardly, well, I'd just about reached the Mother Lode. I had her panties in my mouth. If they could only see me now.Even that thoug...ht became grist for my mill, as I imagined the boys in the neighborhood lined up to see me dressed and tied up. Would they want to kiss me over my gag, touch my body, caress my thighs? Oh my God, I thought. I'm gay. For some reason the nylons, the makeup, the skirt, and wig had all conspired to turn me into what we guys called a slut. Being tied. "And what would my character? I would be the boyfriend of this girl?"John asked."Oh No! That would be pretty easy, right?" said Mary." So?" I want you to be a girl, you Barbie!"John was stunned, stared at his friends and his girlfriend, everyoneseemed to be having so much fun."What a joke is this?" There is no joke John, I want you to read a girl." But that's not possible!" Really? You want me to cite the actors who have interpreted the femalecharacters? But ..." What?" I understand your fear.. I looked at her fondly and smiled to myself as she simply stared at her reflection, lost in thought. She smiled sadly and her eyes once again threatened to overflow. With a tiny shake of her head, she seemed to come back to herself, then turned to look at me. I smiled gently, and she leaned against me to rest her cheek on my shoulder.I couldn't tell what she was thinking, but I put my arm around her and held her protectively. We stood like that for a couple of minutes, neither of us speaking.. I must have been daydreaming because I was startled when I felt a tap on my shoulder.I turned around and saw a man standing there. He said that he and his wife had seen me standing there and invited me to join them at their table. I replied that I didn't want to intrude but he replied that it was not a problem. Without waiting for a reply, he picked up my glass and headed toward his table. With little choice, I follow him to a table in the corner. He introduced himself as Steve and then.