Don’t get me wrong, you are allowed to be a player. I’d just like to know. In other words, if you really are blonde, 22, 115 lbs, a 36 C, fun lovi...ng, a bit ditzy, and you love all kinds of sex, then I’d like you to tell me so.” By the time she’d finished reading his message, Elaine’s heart was beating hard. She couldn’t make her hands type. Almost a minute passed by as she read it over and over. Suddenly another message flashed up on the screen. “I didn’t mean to freak you out. I. "Pull the chair over to the middle of the room and have a seat," I instructed.He sat down and I took off the tie from my bathrobe and secured his arms to the chair by his side. "You are in Vegas and right now you are only allowed to look at the girls, not touch them, so this will help you remember that," I told him as I finished tying the final knot.I dimmed the lights and dropped my bathrobe on the floor in front of him. There I was standing in my panties and tassels. "You like what you see?". Plus, Simon deserved better than her. He deserved someone who didn’t have a twisted scar running the length of her leg, who didn’t walk with a permanent limp, who wasn’t constantly fighting to keep her self-confidence up. She’d always thought Simon was gorgeous. She loved his broad shoulders and the fact that he was just tall enough so that when he put his arm around her, her head rested on his shoulder. He never remembered to get his auburn hair cut on a regular basis so sometimes it hung into. You are too tiny to fall out of them now so you don't have toworry about that anymore." Another thing," Helen added as I picked my knickers and put them on."There are plenty of trannies out there and Heidi and I don't want youhanging out with them. You are totally convincing and completely passableas a woman until, of course, some man pulls your panties down and getsthe surprise of his life. You have nothing to learn from other trannies.I work with them all the time and they are all bitches..