" What? No, it's not possible. You are all woman!" Yes, I was a man, well on the outside anyway. Inside I was always awoman." So, you're a shemale?" ...That's an awful term Matt. Only porn stars and prostitutes go by thatterm. I am transgendered or a transsexual." Ok, so you're a transsexual? Do you still have your cock?" I prefer to call it my clit, but yes." Oh, wow." Matt sat stunned, staring at the floor.After what felt like an eternity, "Mrs. T, Can I see it?" What? You want to see my. The couple kissed a few times before her husband slipped on a pair of workout shorts and shirt and left the room.She could hear the men opening beers in the kitchen and tossing around the typical manly sports banter. She was back standing in front of the mirror where her evening outfit had been created and wondering if all the effort she made was worth it.While still pondering the question to herself, she turned towards the closet and realized she could see into the kitchen through the gap in. .si should be out there now" Resuming kissing, we move together holding each other, shuffling towards the full length window that looks out onto the lorry park....Drawing it's curtain back. I can see the expanse of dark asphalt. White lines marking spaces, arrows indicating direction. Trucks can be seen parked up for the night. The light from our room reflecting does obscure some of the view but I can see a little of what's going on out there.Turning to my side, we stand there for a moment in. When I went out onto the balcony, all 3 guys were there and Luke said,“Emily, this package contains just a small token of our appreciation for you being such a great sport these last 4 days. We wanted to get you something to remember us by and we had to search all over to find a shop that sells these but we finally managed it. Emily, we hope that every time that you use this you will remember your time as our voluntary sex slave.”He handed me a little bag and when I opened it I discovered a.