“Hey, beautiful,” said the middle c***d. “I been thinking about you all day.” He pulled the vixen close. His seven-and-a quarter-inch penis wa...s pitching a tent in his jeans. Chiquilla unbuckled his belt and pulled down his jeans. The crossdresser knelt and slid the prick through the opening of the hunter green boxer briefs. Mike moaned as he felt Chiquilla’s warm mouth on his meat. “Good, little sissy,” he remarked. “Suck daddy’s cock!”Within moments, Mike was ready to explode. He told. It was to have a profound effect on him. An effect that was welcome in one way but devastating in another. The hormones changed his outward appearance to the point that he no longer needed to shave and his hair grew longer, but the worst effect was that he no longer knew how he should dress in public. That early transition period was a nightmare. He wanted to be a woman and yet –John lost his job; dressing as a man one moment and coming to work in a dress the next was not permissible, not in. When I looked at myself in the mirror I was immediately conscious of howmy bra was visible through my blouse and remembered how I used to admirethe girls working in my father's shop because of the revealing clothesthey wore.Then came a lesson in how to sway and glide in my heels rather than walklike John Wayne as I was told all men did to a greater or lesser extent.When I had mastered or should it be mistressed the walk I was taken tothe perfumery department for a private session where I was. .." I explained.Johara interrupted me. "Kyle and I are going to my room."The girls yelled "Call if she doesn't satisfy you, Kyle. We'll be happy to help out." I smiled to myself and waved as I followed Johara back the hallway to her room. Johara locked the door behind us.Johara and I stripped down to panties and boxers. She carefully laid our clothes on the chair in her room. She motioned me to sit on her bed. We lay down on the bed, hugged and began kissing. Kissing Johara was every bit as.