Now excuse me, I haveto go on stage.The minute you walked in the joint...Spotlight, snare drum.I could tell you were a man of distinction...I stand on...stage encased in a shiny blue rubber dress, singing, Hey BigSpender. My ass rotating like a piston under the skintight material,gleaming in the spotlights as I pace across the floorboards, a goldenbeehive wig on my head like the Leaning Tower of Pisa.Glancing down, I saw a big black man in a racoon coat and a purplefedora, smoking a big Cuban. "I took note that she didn't say to where. I took her backpack and opened the car door for her. When I started driving, I headed to my home. After a moment of silence she turned to my direction."I didn't really believe it when Candice told me that you can be quite a cocky man for being so young. What makes you think that you can just drive me to your home and ravish me?" Your scent." What?" My dear girl, you smell like you are damned horny."From the corner of my eye I could see her expressions. Iam stuck with a body that is not as feminine as I would like. None theless, I have determined that Penny needs a bra to be like other girls. Iwill just be a little kid if I don't get a bra.Penny isn't going to have a boy roommate forever. And I may never havegirl boobs but I still need that bra to feel like a woman. I may have toput Kleenex under my bra but I am determined that I will have one. I amgoing to help Penny buy that bra and this is my journal.Thursday August 24: Buying my first. That morning a strong sexual disagreement had to be settled between two of these women whom we will call Louise and Marianne (without their official titles). Each had chosen a “pony”, a brothel hooker who represented the lady and fought against her hooker opponent. The pony variant was getting more and more popular. It went something like this. Louise and Marianne wore a strapon which they introduced in the hooker’s cunt from behind. All the women were all on all fours on the floor. The butches.