I am a 23-year-old cross-dresser from Kerala. I had shared my gay life experience on which happened when I was 20 a few years back. I am sharing the ...ink for those who haven’t read that. ()After my first partner went to US, I had a guilty feeling for trying gay sex. I thought of giving a break as I needed to decide whether it’s right of wrong. I decided to go to the gym and try to make my body fit.My boobs and ass with my chubby body structure were my biggest temptation to cross dress and make. You hold the left front, I'll hold the right front, and the back can just flop free. I think that would work okay. It isn't the same as my rope. When I was doing it by myself, it was like a whip because I could only hold one end." "Yeah, okay. Ready?" I began to form a mental image of my mind holding a single corner of a bed sheet and felt a tension against it when Joey had 'picked' up another corner. We began 'dragging' the sheet above the heads of people eating, then dropped it over the two. There was a tight corset cinched on that forced outlarge boobs that were held up with a harness. A blue latex maid uniformwas laced on to the doll. The head was encased in a rubber mask withfemale features. He could see long eye lashes blinking. He thought tohimself that the girl inside must be quite hot. The doll was on itsknees. High-heeled shoes were buckled on. Rope went around the ankles,knees and thighs. The arms were in an arm binder behind the back andwere pulled up a little. A shaft. There was one weekend he remembered distinctly where Casablanca was playing at the Orpheum … complete with rising Wurlitzer and cute ice-cream boys with bow–ties. It was playing on a Sunday afternoon and that Wednesday morning as they lay in bed idly masturbating each other before facing their own day’s respective crises: ‘Let’s go to the movies on Sunday — we can make a whole day of it. We can have an early lunch at that café nearby and then go to the Orpheum where Casablanca is playing at 1pm.