’ ‘Then I think you should be fine. Here’s the address of the new apartment.’ She read it off. Ellie knew the area and felt relieved. It would...be sufficiently far from the bar. ‘Will you need help moving?’ ‘No. I didn’t bring very many large things out here and I kept my boxes from the first move. Thanks though.’ ‘You are very welcome, Ms. Brown. Feel free to give me a call if you run in to any problems.’ ‘I will. Thanks again. Good bye.’ As she hung up the phone, Ellie sighed. She had so much. A few times Leila had dinner ready by the time I was home. It felt so good to have the company I missed and desired. The more time went by the more comfortable she grew. Shortly after she was wearing skimpy clothes around the house gaining my attention more and more. One Friday night, she decided to stay home with me and watch movies while thunderstorms scattered outside. She came into the living room wearing white biking shorts and a white muscle shirt, with a blanket in her hands. "Scoot. At the same time, I foundthe bulb dangling below the seat and gave it a few slow pumps, enjoyingAlice's moans. And just like she did with me, I pulled out every time Ifelt her getting close to cumming, letting her cool down a bit, andstarting my teasing again.I could have kept doing it forever, but I wanted more, so I got up andwent back to the bedroom, followed my Alice's tortured moan. I got thekeys to the cuffs and lingered a bit, watching her trash in frustrationon the chair. When she came. I have bought dresses, lingerie, high heels, I have thrown them away. I have bought them again. Rinse, repeat. Once a crossdresser, always a crossdresser. So the online forums say. It never leaves you. But I am more than a crossdresser. I need to be female 24/7, 365. I need to change completely. I need to transform my body. My lower body has always been feminine, broad hips, shapely ass cheeks which respond well to gym work, petite feet and legs. My upper body is a mixed bag. I have always.