No one ever prepares you for that, do they? She isn't crying but it's terrible. Because I never know what to say, I've learned not to be stupid and to...say nothing. I don't croak "you're not gonna die," because she'd think it was dumb and it was only part of her point. The one thing I can think to do is step to her and put a hand on her shoulder. Then, because she doesn't respond, I lean forward and kiss her on top of her head. The wig isn't like hair. I can't smell or feel her through it.She. And I’d consider this a sign from god. She trusts you more than anyone other than me. Katy took off, and well, come on. You both must have thought about it.” Matt said. “Well, we’ve made out a couple of times in high school so of course. But still Matt…” I said. “You can’t be serious right now.” “Alright fine peanut gallery. What about what Dan thinks?” Matt said, turning his attention to Dan, ignoring my plea for his sanity. Matt got up from behind me and headed back into the kitchen. “Ok, so. Off to the showers with you! You kneel at the end of the tub and I still have a little bit of jizz on me that you need to tongue off. That done, I stand at the other end of the tub and take careful aim with the first of many spurts of piss that I’ll begin to wash your face with. First shots are to the forehead. The following spurts clear your cheeks, and then it’s on to your lovely mouth and chin. I drain myself as I rinse the cum from your tits. I’m now also splattered with my own piss from. I hadn't expected anything like this! I kept my little "hobby" to myselfand had been doing this for many years. I had been wearing women'sclothes since I was a child and had carefully practiced and learned overthe years to dress and act like a woman when I was all dressed up. Istarted going out in my neighborhood and got better over time then hiton the idea to go to New York where I could be myself on my shortvacations and not bump into anyone I knew.I used to go dressed as a man and change at.