..guys weren't supposed to notice suchdistinctions. The fact that I knew this womanly information, however,only made me different from other guys, an... even standing before Lisa asI was in panties, a bra, waist cincher and breast forms, part of me stilldidn't want her thinking I was that different."What's the matter?" she asked.I shook my head. "Are you sure this is what you want?" I asked."What I want?" she exclaimed. "Let me ask you--is this what you want?" Kind of," I admitted."So why not. .. WOW!!! They were impressive!!Let me tell you a little about myself. I was born in west London to West Indian parents, so suppose I'm second generation British? Black hair, usually keep it long, but sometimes I get a shortish bob, and then let it grow out again. On a more personal note... my breasts are not that big, I'm 34C, but I like them, and I really like my nipples, they are, well, lets say puffy..... Aww the abuse and snigger I had in the changingroom at PE classes - well it's all. As I took a few steps in, the door closed behind me and swiftly a soft silky blindfold was wrapped around my eyes from behind. My hands were taken and when I tried to speak, a finger was placed to my lips to quiet my questioning. I smiled as I inhaled the scent of the hand below my nose. I knew that smell. I was led to what felt like an overstuffed, high-backed chair several feet across the room from where I had entered. My wrists were bound, comfortably, to the arms of the chair as I sat. I. Since then there had been others, Glenna, whose husband was a minister. They had found themselves alone while cleaning up after a church bazaar. The wife had unburdened herself of her repressed feelings for Lisa. Lisa had tried simply to be sympathetic, but the wife was reduced to tears, Lisa's arm had gone around her in support, one thing led to another and a brief affair had ensued. Lisa had never been comfortable with the relationship however. She wasn't sure whether it was because Glenna.