She watched the black boys playing basketball in the school yard and she could see the outlines of their huge cocks inside their sports trunks. They s...oke in a slang that she barely understood and she felt like she was pretending with her perfect diction and use of proper grammar whenever she conversed or even just fooled around with the other young people in the school.One of the tall black boys came over to her and sat down on the bench.“What you looking at girl? You still the stuck-up Miss. "I'd really appreciate it." she pleaded.I grinned at him, and said, "I would do anything I could to make thiswedding a success. and I could ... make it worth your while, after."He smiled at that, and said, "Okay. I'm in."So a few weeks later, we went to a costume shop, and found me a tux thatwould fit me, and then we found a dress for my love to wear. "You better not be laughing at me!" he growled while trying the dress on."Oh no. Just the opposite. That outfit is getting me rather hot, if. She had my jeans off. Now, she started to carefully remove my jockey shorts as if they were an unexploded bomb. She took hold of the elastic waistband and rolled it down, being extra careful to allow my penis to escape from the fly, and escape it did! Her eyes went big and soft when she saw it hard and bobbing around like a cobra looking for prey. She was mesmerized, staring intently like it was the first she had seen. I don’t think so. Shoes and socks were already off; I don’t remember. Stopping in front of themirror, a stranger stared back at me, she was about 5ft 4inches high, witha sensual, perfectly formed body, long blonde hair and a face that couldgrace any fashion magazine around the world.Long blonde hair, blue eyes, my reflection was all female. Swallowingnervously I ran out to the closet and opened it up, inside were more Yakutakimonos, 6 of them that were in my new size. Quickly changing into a darkblue one with indego flowers on it, I paced around my room. The fact.