Of course she included a close up of her own for comparison. I was nearing the end of my rope when I got a flyer in the mail- an ad from a strip club ...in the city for their headline dancer, ‘Sinnndi!’. It took a minute to see Cindy under the make-up and hairdo, and even longer to see any remaining signs of Carolyn in the amazingly lush, vibrantly sexy woman in the ad. Scrawled on the back was a note- ‘Meet me here, alone, at 9:00pm on Saturday.’ It was signed ‘Johnny’. 8:30 Saturday night and I. ..A knock at my door about an hour later woke me from my daydream for a second time that day, and as I answered it, in stepped Sophie, my workmate and the envy of everyone in our office, guy and girl alike. I stood there open mouthed as I looked her up and down, her long dark hair falling effortlessly down her chest, over the top of her little red dress that was barely keeping her perky little tits at bay. Her blue eyes looking up at me with link blazing away behind them, she brushed me aside. I can feel the gradual swelling of his cock which is responding well to my strokes. Gradually it's becoming harder and easier to wank as it swells. On reaching full erection, my friend closes his eyes and lets out a deep sigh of satisfaction, which gives me encouragement to work harder on his fat throbbing tool.I look up at him, he smiles and takes my hand off his cock and hands it to the man in front. He grasps it warmly, as the man next to him is given my other hand. Their grip tightens and I. But, the marriage was happy, and my thoughts of being queer and crossdressing subsided greatly -at least for several years. Actually, the crossdressing subsided but I still bought naughty transvestite books whenever I traveled (which was constantly) and masturbated to them again and again. I liked best the transvestite novelettes where a transvestite and a real man fall in love and act like a man and woman in love. I always related to the transvestite, of course!As the years rolled by my.