On one particular Saturday morning, Mum was about to go shopping with her friend Jo. I was about to leave the house to go to Amy’s, the arrangement ...ad been made ages ago and I was kicking myself that the house would be empty as Dad always played golf on Saturday.I found myself walking to Amy’s house. I was over half way there and saw Jo whiz past in her new sports car. We waved at each other. I decided that the opportunity could not be missed and decided to phone Amy. I told her that we should. Come out in a few minutesand meet him."She just laughed as I rushed off to the grill. I got the food ready,thinking about what Lori had said. She was right, if he got a good look atme it would be obvious I was trying to look like a girl. I was wearing apair of my sister-in-laws pants, with pink lace trimmed panties underneaththat showed through the thin white cotton slacks, a camisole that matchedmy panties peeked out the top of my french cut black t-shirt. I was evenwearing earrings in my. Thankfully the shower has that sprayer on a hose so it only takes me a few minutes to get myself off.Most times now when I go to class, I think about having sex with almost every boy I see. Jocks, geeks, teachers, even the derpy goth k**s. And when changing for PE I find myself thinking about what the girls in my class would be like having sex. Oh no, not actually having sex with them myself but how they must look, sucking on their boyfriend's cocks or being fucked by them.My name is Carla G.. To be perfectly honest I was horny as hell by that time and I was more than game for any such suggestions. I still didn’t expect the answer I got.“Well,” he spluttered. “I do have a fantasy about visiting an escort, like a really classy, expensive Belle de Jour type….” “Oh yes. And what do you want her to do?” “It’s not about what she does. It’s about what I do.”“Tell me.”“Well, I, um, well I imagine having all kinds of sex with her and all the way through I am telling her all the things I am.