The k**s come in and join us. They helped me set it up. They’re exited to show her. Whatever was eating at her is quickly forgotten. Everything’s ...reat and I’m pure gold again. She grabs my balls through my shorts and whispers in my ear. ‘If this thing works tonight I'm going to ride really hard.’ I give her my bank card to go to the shop and get us a bottle of wine.All evening she’s on at me to get it hard and be ready. She’s not going to start anything unless it’s already hard. As it gets. When those satin panties slipped over my cock and balls the first time, I became addicted to female clothes for life. You see I'm what's called a transvestite " a guy that likes to dress like a woman". The addiction started slow but by the time I was 18 dressing as a woman and going to gay bars became a every weekend event. Meeting other TV's and dancing not sex was the main reason I went to the bars. There were a few close calls with men that wanted to take me home but I always talk my way. As we close on the alleyway I close on her. In one swift motion I wrap my arms around her, pinning both of her arms to her side, and making her pepper spray useless. One hand covers her mouth as I drag her into the alley.Always they panic. I press her face first to the wall. My actions quick, I yank away her purse, ridding her of the offending weapon held within. Quickly, efficiently, blazer, blouse and skirt are cut away. My prey stands before me in nothing but bra and panties. She quivers. She looks up at me with a cute little smile. "Hi. I'm Nicole. What can I do for you today?" I explain I'd like to rent a tux. She picks up a clipboard and we walk around the small shop as she asks what options I like. I try not to stare too much. She's wearing tailored clothes that accentuate her lean body. Neat black hair in a pony tail, gray pants a dark blue low cut blouse and a fitted black jacket with full length sleeves. Very professional, but it surprises me to see just a hint of.