"I replied, "Oh Charles, I love you so, too. I guess I always have sincewe were boys. Do you suppose I became a transvestite because of asecret need t... please you?" That could be, Wendell honey. Then again, you probably needed to be amale woman in any case, because you are such a vaginal, effeminatesissy boy. And, I mean that as the ultimate compliment, my sweet cross-dressing girlie boy! I love seeing you cross-dressed my sweet boywoman. You turn me on so not because you can 'pass,' which you. She is wonderfully peaceful when she sleeps, the tiny frown line disappears from her smooth porcelain forehead. Her hair curls in wild disarray over the pillow beside her as her head rests against my shoulder.Perfect. I stare at her ceiling unwilling and unable to disturb the tranquillity of this morning. It's a Saturday and I have nowhere to be. Lord help us if she has because I want more and I think, if we part ways this morning, she'll hide herself away from me again and I cannot have. ..Darkness. Pain.What happened? I must have fainted. What a dream...wait - what's this -hair? Blond? On me? SHIT! OH SHIT! Look at me! I'm, I'm, I'm a freak!That face - not me, not her, both? These tits - definitely not mine. Ohmy God no! Wait - oh, it's still there - but this? Oh crap! Both? Oh myGod, what am I gonna do? What happened to...Steve?"Jo? Where are you?"Right here, where are you? And why are you shouting?"I'm not shouting - my head hurts too much to shout - where are you?Unnngh,. "We played and toyed with each other for a bit. I loved how he used hisfingers to get me all lubed up. Finally it was time and as he rolled onthe condom I got on all fours. It had been a while and I figured thiswould be best, at least to start from. It was like heaven as he slid inand I squealed in joy as he passed across my prostate. I could see myselfin the mirror on his closet door and loved how my cheeks shook as heslammed into me and the way my breasts hung and swayed with his everylunge.