.why do you look like..." Upon smelling her perfume, his mind flashed back to a defining moment from his childhood: He was sitting on his mother's bed..., looking at an old photograph of her. "You're so pretty, Mommy," he praised her.He returned to the present. "...like my mother?" He looked Eudora up and down, and then recoiled from her. "I fucked you, and you look like my mother!?" Your greatest fantasy, master," she replied, stroking his face with her gloved hand. "Trust me, I know."He dropped. I froze in shock seeing all these people watching and before I could react he had stripped my pantyhose and panties to my ankles in a single motion.His hands went to my sex. his thumb roughly penetrating me to emerge glistening showing my excitement, he slapped my buttocks and I took a step and tripped on the clothing around my ankles, I fell forward and my head landed in someone's lap, It was a man, a well endowed naked black man sitting in an armchair.His penis reared beside my throat and I. “What on earth do you mean?” I replied. I was already very skilled at dressing, putting on makeup, walking and acting female. I had even started to work on my feminine voice. “I expect you dressed up and ready to go Friday night as Vicky,” was her only reply. Friday came and as I had the day off I started getting ready early. I took a long bath and shaved my entire body. I plucked my eyebrows, painted my toe and fingernails, and fixed my hair which was growing quite long. I put on my make up. "If you like," I said, squeezing her ass once again, "I can come over to your place tomorrow. If it's OK, I mean." "Oh, it's definitely OK!" She texted me her address, kissed me, and left. I didn't bother to change the sheets. I wanted her smell in my bed all night long.... I got to Becky's place a little before noon. It was a nice ground-level apartment in an older home. Becky was casually dressed in a plain red t-shirt and loose-fit black running shorts. To me she looked stunning. A.