It's what my folks would have called me if I were born a girl."Gigi walked up to me and grabbed both of my hands and smiled."Lori Ann." she repeated. ...hen she added with a smile "Lori Ann the tran. " " It's time to see how you look."I carried my travel bag to a store room and got my stuff out. There was my mom's old wig, a bra she was going to throw out, a red sweater and a pair of black slacks she never missed. Best of all by a very strange fluke of genetics I could fit into my mom's shoes.. "A little harder."Immediately, the suction on my cock head increased. This was not a dream! The girls were still at my house!I resisted the temptation to open my eyes. I would rather revel in the sensation that those lips--that was no cunt!--were giving to my penis. The suction increased slightly.A moan escaped my lips, and I felt the lips on my dick move a bit, as if their owner changed her perspective suddenly."Shh, he's still sleeping. Now, start licking the head."The person that was. The taller man made her heart thump. "What do you want?" she cried out in almost a shout. The taller man grinned down at her and began trailing a finger along and down the curve of her body. His finger stopped when he reached her perfectly shaped, perky breasts and cupped his left gloved hand around one of them and squeezed it. The smaller young man ran his gloved right hand down her flat stomach to her pussy where there was a bit of dark hair above it. He took his glove off and trailed his. Some of their situations tempted me to step in and give them what they were not getting at home, but my training had etched into my mind that any thing sexual with a client was taboo. On several occasions I found myself getting aroused just listening to the details of what these women would do to relieve these tensions that had them so frustrated at times. Some day I thought, I may change my ways of thinking and just try to offer these women something just a little bit extra in their massage to.