”“Men are so visual,” she giggled and waved her ass at Michael. “You have to see, see, see, peek, peek, peek.” As she pronounced peek, peek... peek, she raised the hem of her tiny skirt and wiggled her flirting ass at Michael. The creases in her ass cheeks poked seductively out of her panties, almost winking at him. She laughed and tugged her skirt back into place. She brought the drinks over for the pair of them.She slid down beside Michael and ran her hand up the inside of his thigh. Thomas. It was maddening, but I knew what I had to do.That night I slept as a woman. SaturdayI set my alarm clock for an early morning start. Over the years I hadacquired a number of items of clothing through mail order web sites,though I wished that I had some sandals or shoes to go with them.Nonetheless, I put on a tight white little tee with tiny sleeves thataccentuated my elegant upper arms and a pair of red pedal pushers thatreached just below my knees. The pedal pushers must have been 3 sizestoo. The next day in school I saw the boy of my nigh time sexual encounter, I felt his eyes on me. Throughout the day my mind kept racing to him. In between classes I felt someone standing over my shoulder I turned and found myself staring into those beautiful dark eyes. He handed me his telephone number. I took it and smiled at him. That night at home all I could think of was being alone in my room with my bottle, and my fingers deep in my pussy, making myself cum over and over. The telephone rang,. One part of me wanted to stay but the other was too unsecure. That was then. This late evening I came into the club around five in the morning. The dance floor was packed. I drank, chatted to people and danced to a great DJ for three hours which felt shorter than that. Around eight it was not a lot of people left. Maybe ten in total. I headed for the bar and ordered a last vodka-tonic, although I was quite drunk already. After a while two guys came up and sat next to me. They looked to be.