?Is it someone new?? I asked.?Yes, it is,? she said. ?Remember me mentioning the lawyer who e-mailed me last week???Vaguely. You’ve received about a...hundred e-mails since putting up your page on Love@aol a month ago.?My wife had wanted to meet a particular type of man to date. Newspaper ads hadn’t worked, nor had meeting people at her place of business. She’d decided to put an ad on the AOL website. I took a sexy picture of her with our digital camera, assisted her in answering the questions on. Right on cue my mom texted me that she was outside, I looked at Jenny "Welldo I look like Andy again?" She looked me up and down. "Yeah, but I'm prettysure you wish you didn't." She put her hands on my arms, looked me in theeye. "Andy, I don't think I've ever seen you as happy as you are today, Isupport you, but I don't think your feelings of wanting to be a girl areever going to go away, but you already know that, you really do need to comeout to you mom and dad." I smiled. "I know Jen, it's. Something to show off your girly figure better."Again the thrill of humiliation....my tiny cock twitched."Yes Madame." I see someone is happy," she smirked."Sorry Madame." You will be." Last but not least, your apron is creased." Sorry Madame." Now girl step into the centre of the room, lift you skirt and touchyour toes."I obediently complied knowing what was to come."How many things did you get wrong Davina?" she asked.My mind went blank with fright. I didn't realise I was supposed to. Two dressedin jeans, clearly men, and one woman in a short skirted dress. Beyondthat was the rows of toilet stalls, and finally the last one.The stall door creaked as it opened revealing Camille, her arms spreadand pressed against the walls. Her shirt was gone now and her breastshung open to the air, her nipples like little chocolate drops, dark andinviting. I stepped inside and she pushed the door shut behind me.As she held the door closed with one hand she used the other to unzip herpants. .