A day or so later, it was time for my one-on-one debut. I chose my best dress for this. Mom and Jan helped me with my makeup. Jan also added extension...s to my hair. When they finished, my appearance was at another level. The final product was impressive; what faced me in the mirror was an attractive young woman.“You’ve come a long way, Marci,” Mom said. “From Mark to Marci, it’s been a very nice transition. I’m proud of my beautiful daughter.”“Thanks, Mom.” Then I headed out the door to meet up. That was my first experience of Paris.I had spent a year living in la Bourgogne, (which now considers itself partof real France) and was due to meet with Serge, the son of a teacher calledLaurence, who I had made friends with in Beaune. At least that was what Iwas told.Laurence had, quite sensibly, as soon as she had learnt to drive, persuadedher Papa to give her some money, bought a car and fled Paris with nointention of ever returning. It was Laurence who had told me how the restof the. Very relaxing, I wish we had one of our own, I said. Jan agreed that it would be nice to own a spa, mentioning that we had the perfect spot just off the patio, secluded from the nosey neighbours by some hedging and trees which would absorb any noise we might make. I can see you enjoyed yourself back at Sallys, looks to me like you had a really nice orgasm, and I was wondering how that happened my dear I said with a big smirk on my face. Jan replied Oh you noticed that did you, I am sorry love I. Seizing the opportunity I confessed, ‘I don’t know why but, but, my fantasy is to see you with other guys’. ‘WHAT, YOU’RE KIDDING’, was her surprised answer. The ice was broken and I soon moved to fantasy story telling about her with other men, getting gang banged (which we never did do with lots of regret), all this really turned her on and when I was up her I would let go with her past, ‘ HOW MANY DIFFERENT COCKS HAVE YOU SUCKED, HOW MANY GUYS HAVE.