"I would have expected you, as Robin's father, Trevor, not to encouragehim to think of himself as a girl but you, yourself are genderfucked,Tracey, so...I guess I should have expected this. Tell me are youintending to have the op? You know your penis removed? And how am Igoing to take Robin out in the cold in a nightdress?" Look, I bought him pantyhose, some shoes and a Disney princess dress,"said Tracey.So we got Robin into his pantyhose, shoes and dress and kissed himgoodnight as he left. Not wishing to get caught I drifted off out the other door and back to the party.Later that evening we were chatting again, she looked around and led me upstairs. She opened a door slightly and hooked her head through. "It's empty," she said, "Come on."We went through and she shut the door behind us. It was a bedroom. She grabbed me and we kissed passionately. She turned around and I kissed her neck, She put an arm up and caressed my head while arching hers away to give me greater access."Unzip. She couldn’t remember what that meant, but she was sure she’d heard it before. The woman thrust clothes at her, talking again, and she managed to put them on. Clothes - it had been so long - a memory surfaced, she, she liked clothes - no, not quite that, but she, she, there was some word she couldn’t remember, something about not wanting to be naked, a long word - she had forgotten there was a time she wasn’t constantly naked. The woman was saying something else now, something she did. The blonde maid took off the cap of a stick of lipstick, carefully painting his lips. Shivers of excitement ran up his skin like electricity as he let the silent woman work. Eye shadow and foundation came next. The gagged female worked expertly on Wes's face like a master artist. With each tool that was revealed to the redhead, more joy began to swell inside him. Still, he kept still, letting himself be the perfect canvas for her.He then felt a tug at his pants. The blonde wasn't done just yet..