That would seem tosay that I liked dressing as a girl, and there was no way to deny it. Momjust stared at me, and I began to look for something that w...s in a colorthat I at least liked. I had no idea about styles, and therefore, no ideahow a particular dress would look on me.I had put two dresses on the hook, one black and one red, and was stilllooking when mom handed me one she liked. Also black, I put it with theothers and continued to look. After a search of the entire store, mom and Iwent. "What?" I laugh. "How are you going to cover that up?" There are ways," the first creature says cryptically."Correct ways and quick ways," the second creature chuckles.I shout at them. "This is ridiculous! I'm engaged to get married to abeautiful woman in a few weeks, I was in the college football team, I'm aman! I can't be a woman! This is a mistake!" That's a pity. You won't like the quick way then," the first creaturechuckles.The creature begins fiddling with it's device. Suddenly I feel. I drize good. I drize evenbetter, when, ooooooh..." She swooned a bit suddenly. After recovering,she ducked her face right in front of his. "On the road oz life... thereare passensengers, and drizers.... And passengers. But I'm a drizer!" Shelaughed at her non-joke, patting him on the chest.James rolled his eyes as he led her down to the sidewalk. He had notexpected her to take their little "competition" so seriously and couldonly watch in bewilderment as she drank herself to oblivion in. I’d seen her a few Friday nights heading out on dates, usually in the same sort of outfits, but without the bra she wore during the day. Nice nipples. I could just see her in the back of some old Chevy, t-shirt up over her tits, shorts around her ankles. She’d be moaning and urging on some pimply-faced teenager, his pants around his ankles. They’d be thrashing around, sweaty, complaining about the cramped back seat, cumming, and then doing it again anyway.I shook the thought from my head..