And once I thought only men were scared of girls with charisma."Shall we go?" Azem pointed on his watch and turned toward the exit. However, his eyes ...ere stuck in my little figure for the longest time possible. I didn't move. He turned around, again."You won't go? You want a coffee first?" My bag. I thought you'd find it cool to carry." Ah, yes..." he stammered and grabbed my luggage. "It's your fault anyway, and you know it. Your eyes are drugs."Few minutes later, at the corridor, our sights. Cowboy bootscomplete their ensembles. This is going to make for an interesting day. We head out the door going for lunch as we have already had each other forbreakfast. Getting to the restaurant, I follow them in. Watching their tight young buttssway as they go. When we are seated they each give me a little peek up theirskirts. Our hostess smiles as she glances down at the cleavage of these two lovelytwins. We are getting some disapproving looks from some of the other guests buta few. It blew my mind. To learn that there were men out therewho were really women on the inside, and that they had taken action toreally become the women they were, well it made my heart race so fast.When I started to think what I had learnt about male to femaletranssexual's over, I worked out that it was just another nail in myworldview. With this new term in hand I started to look at the personalpages of these transgender people and there I found their stories - howthey started, how they made. My bachelorette party was the following weekend and we had to have everything ready by then. My sister had to let in on this lurid fantasy of mine; after all she was the Maid of Honor, and the party was being thrown at her house. Of course, she demanded a price that I had reluctantly agreed to. * The day had finally arrived and all the party guests were present. We spent the first hour with me opening gifts, talking about the upcoming nuptials and honeymoon and of course drinking lots of.