If you want to survive in a tough environment, you get a smart guy to guard the gate.“Give Max this note.”“Why the fuck should I do that?”“B...cause he’ll kick your ass if you don’t.”Two minutes later, Martin was seated at a rickety old table in the main room of the house. It wasn’t a residence, it was the ‘headquarters’ of Max’s organization (gang if you would prefer). Seated across from him was Max, a whipcord thin man who stared across the table with dead eyes. Just to make sure that there was. Nowlet's see what we can do."I was sitting on the bus stop bench staring at my new ID. "Mildred ReneeJacobs, Age 60 born June 25 1940. It had a number and my address andthere on the corner was a big capitol letter F under gender. I had doneit, Mildred was a real person she had picture identification issued bythe state and she was me.Now remember in the background this all excited me sexually to no end.The fact that I had feminized myself and was essentially a 60 year oldwoman was amazing but. The time came at 3 in the day time on a Saturday and I saw that she was home so I went over. I knocked on the door and saw that she was in overalls painting the walls in her living room. She looked tired so I helped her and I painted the walls and at the same time we were talking about her ex who left her because he wanted a baby And she refused she was 25 at the time and I said I’m a family guy who was single all his life, she looked at me and smiled aw that’s cute soon we laughed as she threw. My distended labia couldn't hold back any of the flood. It was the same when I wiped down his loins; he got hard, but we ignored the temptations. Then we dressed. He had trouble fitting his cock between his legs and I laughed at his discomfort. When we were dressed, I sat him on the edge of the sofa and took his purse. In it, I found all the requirements, eye liner, mascara, foundation, blush, and lipstick. With a damp cloth, I cleaned his face, then wiped it dry. I began painting Shane's face..