‘Shit – anything you wear would have to be custom tailored for your wings and tail.’ ‘Of course – but until we can acquire the services of a... tailor, we will have to accommodate my form with alterations to available garments. ‘And so, I ask you again – what should I wear?’ I ask forcefully as I turn once more. The human sighs as he averts his gaze – an irritating habit that I will do well to eliminate. ‘I don’t think you’ll need a bra – your breasts seem like they support themselves, and a bra. This time I rode her. Even wearing the bra her breasts flopped sideways enough for me to breathe freely.By the morning we had lost count of how many times, not a record, but enough to consider the night a success. We showered and started to get dressed. Or I did. Sarah had put her panties on and a bra I had never seen before. She grabbed me, pulled my head into her cleavage and then unfastened the front of the bra. She did it up again with my head in her booby trap.“Like it, Geoff?” She asked.I. You see them all the time, these tortured souls who are just too MANLY to pull off a transformation! They stumble about awkwardly in their high heels and ill suited wigs, with 5 o'clock shadows on their manly jaws - making a mighty - but totally unsuccessful effort to be the woman of their dreams! I pity those the most. The average married or otherwise straight male is turned off by them. Men know that to find a pretty and girlie tranny, they have to go to clubs and bars that cater to that. Peter knew that these visions – these remembrances – took place at significant times in his life, and he’d learned to accept them when they arrived unexpectedly. Now the time had arrived for him to commit himself to the woman he loved, his nervousness almost overcame him as a knock came at the door. ‘My God, Peter!’ Ted was furious and worried. He and Bob had expected to escort their friend in the traditional manner with all the men in formal attire. ‘What the hell are you doing?’ he asked,.