That would make you totally convincing then," Bettie said as shecontinued rummaging through the purse until she found my women's wallet,then opened it... to reveal my drivers licence. "Vicky Marshall, Female,five foot five, 115 pounds." The address was changed as well and for amoment they both puzzled, thinking they might have made a mistake. Thatwas until Bettie found the hidden panel at the back of the purse and thenfound my real identification. I'd kept it hidden in case I ever neededit for. I had come in here as a totally straight man, ready to ask out the girlI had a total crush on, and now I was seriously considering donningpanties and tights!!!"What the hell," I thought, "I only live once. And if this leads to aneven more earth-shattering orgasm than last time (which I know it will),then it is worth it. Also, I am still a man, except for what goes on inthese rooms."I took the tights and panties from her tiny hand. I dropped my dress-trousers, revealing my smooth, hairless,. ” I didn’t tell her that it tasted like that because I added a shot (or two) of cinnamon whiskey, but I figured that wouldn’t matter that much.“Sure, that sounds good.”“Why don’t you go into the living room, I’ll be in shortly.”She walked into the living room and I moved into the kitchen to make our drinks. When I came into the living room she was examining a painting my wife and I had just purchased at an art fair the next town over.“This was done by Graham DeSousa wasn’t it?” she said. The bus pulled into traffic, and the brats quieted down immediately when the driver barked at them to shut up. Seated across from me, in one of the seats that face the aisle rather than forward or backward, the male passenger was chuckling at how effective the driver was in muting the kids up front. In response, I made some joking remark about how the driver ought to sell tapes of his growling voice to mothers who were unable to quiet down their kids. He agreed with a laugh, saying that.