" Betty selected two picture albums from anearby shelf. "Now look through these books and pick a style that youlike. I think pretty much any one of ...hese will fit our needs.Meanwhile, I'll get my stuff arranged.As I began to page through the albums my spirits sank further andfurther. Every model had hair piled way on top of their heads, most ofthem fixed up with ribbons or curls or decorated combs. Some even hadflowers woven into the style. There was obviously no way I was goingto get. I know it sounds crazy but, look, I'd now seen them all naked the last time they were over, even got a blow job from my Aunt Suzanne and some sucks from the other two. So, I was all for whatever might happen; the more sex I had the more I wanted. I didn't know Helen and Sandra's sons but figured they'd be just like most guys I knew, horny and open to whatever might happen. I sure was.The participants were to get to our house around seven in the evening on Friday and Mom had me wear my Speedo. ..* * *A few days later, I took the redeye back to San Francisco in guy mode,and presented myself the next morning at The House of Fabulous, whichbilled itself as a transformation studio for "Boys Who Should Have BeenGirls." No doubt most of their customers were flaming gays who gottheir kicks out of channeling their inner RuPauls, and I wondered if Iwas making a huge mistake when a matronly woman greeted me at thegingerbread door of a Victorian house on Castro Street. "You must beCissy,". I was moving it from her waist to her belly button and back. Isha was so turned on that she had closed her legs, arched her back making a perfect curve and her eyes closed.I moved my hands further up from her belly button to her upper abs and reached her bra. I caught her bra and pushed it up and released her perky boobs. Her boobs were no longer covered with the bra but just her top. She had her eyes wide open in shock trying to understand what I had just done to her.Before Isha could realize.