I had never thought I was going to betransvestite television star. I looked at the light bulbs around mydressing room mirror and noticed that my masc...ra had run and I lookedlike someone out of KISS.The hostesses knocked quietly on the door."Stacey? It's time to go home darling."He heard me sob and I saw the door open in the mirror and my head sunkinto my hands."Oh Stacey! What's wrong?" he said walking over and zipping up my dress.Then I noticed he was dressed in a long flowing coat wearing. “They could wait a week, couldn’t they, and meet outside ?”, asked Sue, wiping the sweat off her brow.“No they can’t”, answered Wendy still partially on top of her lover. “Maybe we’ll be like that at their age… a sense of urgency….”.“God I thought Mary was horny…you should have seen Helen when I told her Mary wanted to”, said Sue giggling. “Do you know how to get them to…?”, asked Sue“For God’s sake Sue, do I have to draw you a picture ?”, answered the black lesbian.Sue made a V with her. I heard bird song. It was morning. In the vain hope it might work, I reached for the lighting panel and flicked a switch. Light flooded the room. I lay bewildered and frightened then, recalling the ice-cold ejaculation, I sat up and searched the lower sheet for signs of sperm. There were none. I put my fingers into my vagina, seeking the residue of sperm I had felt pound into me. There was nothing. “My God,” I thought, “it was a nightmare. All that talk and thinking about the old stories must. And stated that she had not seen me in the bank for more than a month. I thought about it. I replied with an email, to her bank. If you have a private email, please send here.The next day, I had two emails. One from Era from her bank email said she did not have a private email for bank customers. I replied to that email, “sorry, we will keep this professional.” I did not want her to get into trouble. The other email was from Era’s private email. I responded, saying I did not want to cause her.