“Oh thanks, would you like a beer?” “Yes please,” he replied. “Come on in then,” I said, pointing to the settee for him to sit...down on. As I went over to the fridge for a beer, Shilla walked into the room stark naked. I don’t know who got the biggest shock, but Shilla just burst into a fit of her uncontrollable laughter. She didn’t attempt to cover herself up, just sat down and started chatting. I explained why he was here and that. . well what this is leading up to. That's when I give you a new name." It's alright for you to say fuck, you know." No it's not, fucking isn't special."I chewed on this in silence. The next room was filled with clothing, something had evidently already been picked out for me though, cause he handed me a hanger with a bag over it, then ushered me into a dressing room. He waited outside.I opened it up, taking a look at what I was supposed to put on. The panties were easy to figure out. Black,. Sex was all I thought about, which led me to buying some adult newspapers from a stand alone newspaper stand across town. What I found inside those pages changed my life. I found personals and ads for the most beautiful, sensual “girls” I had ever seen... Shemales.Having already gone to see two of the ladies, who’s ads I called (I wrote about them here, also) those wonderful encounters only made me want and lust after these perfect sexual beings more. So beautiful, so feminine and so wildly. . he answers.... Think girl, what do I say. "Hi sugarfoot! I just wanted to tell you that I was thinking about you and I love you." Then I hang up the phone. I do not even know if he said anything except "hello." We pull up to his house and I get out of the taxi. I slowly walk up to the door and knock. (tap tap tap on the glass) As he opens the door, he rubs his eyes in disbelief. His mouth agape, I put my hands on his chest and push him back into the house as I shove my tongue deep into.