I went to Bardwell's a local department store to get an outfit for thenight. I had learned years ago when I was with Sharon, that a boy didnot have an... problems purchasing girls things and that the sales womenwere pretty good about helping me find things that would look good onme. Before leaving my apartment dressed as a casual young woman out fora shopping day. I wore caprice pants over my stockings and flat shoes.I wore a bra with a natural looking silicone breast. I never wore mytits too. I have always loved the film Shirley Valentine but have always thought that Mykonos was the gay capital of Greece. On the flight out this thought was endorsed by the number of male couples on the plane. However during our first week we had seen a guy in his early forties regularly and said hello each time and made general conversation in the bars and tavernas. One afternoon we were takeing wine in a beach taverna when he came in and asked if he minded him joining us. His name was Mark and he. "Get him a cab."A smiling, "Yes Sir" I took a good look, another face to remember."When you get done come back and see me." Yes Sir"Well it was a horrible hour, my mother crying, the nurses fussing. I must say the nurses did do good work, within ten minutes dad's hair was combed, eyes and moth closed, terribly pale but at least he looked a little like himself. The older guard knocked and stuck his head in, he motioned for me. When we were out of the room he told me the undertakers were. Plus it was a place I was already familiar with and it would be men, like his poker buddies and guys that were there when I stripped before that would be participating. He said if I was going to act out this fantasy, he was going to make it worth my while.I told him that it sounded like this gang bang fantasy had already been discussed with his friends and the guys at the machine shop. So he explained that seeing me bound and submissive, so fuckable (their words he said) on the cork-board table.