I requestedthat I first remove my makeup and change back into my male clothing.Charles insisted that I sit beside him and remain fully made up andcros...-dressed. A discussion ensued about my transvestism and my sexualdesires. I was so embarrassed and quite uncomfortable as Charlestreated me like his new patient rather than his life-long friend.Charles, "Well, my dear Wendell, at what age did you first cross-dress?" (He called me "dear?" My goodness, did he intend to say that!?)Blushing. 'I bet you'd like something big and stiff up there, wouldn't you?' He unzipped his bag. 'This should do the trick.' He produced a silver vibrator, about eight inches long, emitting a low buzz. Claire looked at me and I smiled at her. She took the vibrator and slowly moved it down her body. 'Put it in', Dave said, 'and give yourself a damn good fucking'. Claire inserted the vibrator and a satisfying squelch mingled with her cry of ecstasy ... she pumped in and out, in and out ... I. As Beckett moved swiftly back and forth she placed her hands over Castle's helping him squeeze her breasts. "Oh God!" she shouted her arms dropping to her sides. A bright smile crosses her face as she continued riding him. As Castle's cock began to tremble they both knew what was coming. Beckett quickened her pace, her wonderful breasts bouncing up and down like an erotic metronome. "I'm gonna cum!" Castle said. "I know." Beckett responded. "Do it inside me!" Castle groaned as his cock. The second week, I was too weak to get out of bed and did nothing but eat and sleep to recover. The third and fourth weeks I spent trying to regain the weight and strength I'd lost while keeping everyone from guessing my motivation.Thanksgiving had passed and Christmas saw me almost fully recovered physically. I still got tired easily, so the big day was held at my aunts' instead of us returning to Shamrock like we normally did.I gave Marcus a huge white chef's hat, which he thought was very.