Get me out of here!"I felt her hands caressing my chest and stomach from behind. Her face was on my neck. She pressed up against by backside and whi...pered into my ear. I was uncomfortable. Things were not right."I know," she cooed. "I found out.... You aren't who I thought you were. You aren't the man that I thought you were. And darling, after tonight, you won't be a man at all." Christine? What are you talking about. Please let me loose and let's get out of here!"She just laughed. That's when the man (I don't want to dignify him by giving you his name) suddenly pulled out of my body and told me we were going back to the missionary position. I didn't mind since I prefer that position. I felt his penis exiting my body which was my que that I needed to maneuver myself onto my back.I saw the man was turned away from me fumbling with his penis and assumed he was fixing the condom. When he was done he saw that I was reading for him and had already spread my legs so he got on. And I like to do it, anyway. So I might say something about "finding a dress that will accent your gorgeous breasts." If the woman seems receptive, I might also touch their breasts while fitting them. Most of my customers are very receptive. So business is great. This is a wealthy town. People have money to burn and not many places to burn it.Especially on week days, I usually have at most one customer at a time in the store. In the dressing room area, many women calmly strip down to. I was clearly a woman from navel up. My fake boob fund also benefited from my new and loved 'profession'. I was due for surgery in 3 months - all booked. I was going to size EE melons!A black suspender belt next. This had no less than 12 suspenders which ensured my stockings were held up perfectly all round and very taut. They contrasted wonderfully with my skin. My stockings were 10 denier fully fashioned nylons with cuban heels. They were expensive but so so worth it with that wonderful.